Hello, exploding uterus. We meet again.
I got all depressed on Tuesday, even though Davey was being very nice and comforting (he is ridiculously sweet for a horny bastard), and I ended up scratching up my wrist. I FEEL SO LAME. That has to be the stupidest thing I've ever done. More pathetic still: I think PMS made me depressed. SELF ABUSE AS THE RESULT OF PMS.
That's about four trillion different kinds of retarded.
Also, it makes me laugh that I am too pansy-ish to use a razor.
Mmm, tomato and bacon sandwich. Anyways. Going to Cheesecake with Michy on Saturday. I NEED SOME ONION SOUP AND FATTENING DESSERTS. Yum.
I sprained my ankle again. Yes. Again. Same ankle, too. I am very graceful.
I need a new book. Hmmmhmmhmm. I don't know what to get. Suggestions? x_x