i went to the museum and stood on a chair some girl drew a crowd by what she didn't wear
Dear Midol:
Last night, after drinking beer and bourbon, I wasn't hurting, but for some reason, I took you anyway.
You're a feisty bitch.
You made me throw up from my pain all night long, while not doing anything to help that pain.
This morning, when I realized I shouldn't take you anymore, I wept, because I don't have my crazycatladymel heating packs in DC (and I don't have a microwave here, anyway), and the last time I used Thermacare, I got a burned stomach.
That was before I gave you one last try.
Thank you, Midol. I can go to work now, now that it's, uh, 12:15 PM.
Last night, after drinking beer and bourbon, I wasn't hurting, but for some reason, I took you anyway.
You're a feisty bitch.
You made me throw up from my pain all night long, while not doing anything to help that pain.
This morning, when I realized I shouldn't take you anymore, I wept, because I don't have my crazycatladymel heating packs in DC (and I don't have a microwave here, anyway), and the last time I used Thermacare, I got a burned stomach.
That was before I gave you one last try.
Thank you, Midol. I can go to work now, now that it's, uh, 12:15 PM.
posted by itgirl at 12:14 PM
3 Comments:
That makes my episode last week sound almost fun.
Do you want another pack to keep in DC?
Eek. I'm so grateful that my reproductive system isn't out to kill me.
'Course, I pay for it in headaches. *sigh*
I am on the EDGE OF MY SEAT...waiting to see if you start talking to the pads next.
You are my hero!
Ann
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