I Think I'm On My Period
I can't really think of another explanation for why I'm acting the way I'm acting today. Like, I'm cranky, having mood swings, I want to sit in a hot bath and eat chocolate, I nearly started crying while listening to country music... this is what a period feels like, right ladies? Because if that's the case, then I really feel sorry for all of you having to go through this bullshit every month. I sympathize, totally.
Oh, also, my vagina is bleeding.
Which is worrisome for a couple of reasons.
Oh, also, my vagina is bleeding.
Which is worrisome for a couple of reasons.
posted by Clinton at 3:06 PM
8 Comments:
Oh Clinton, we're all synced up! Must be the happy hours.
Please don't go all Carrie on us.
Sally... Do we get t-shirts now?
Dutchess... My cubicle mate is throwing tampons at me and screaming, "Plug! It! Up! PLUG! IT! UP!"
Did you get your cherry popped last night?
Have you yelled erratically at people for no good reason and then clutched your sides, screaming "My ovaries!"
Then yeah, you're ragging.
Crap. Wonder if I'm gonna get on yours and Sally's schedule now.
Mr. Clinton,
This comment has nothing to do with your period. So, I'm sorry to bother you while you're bleeding.
I'm a first time reader and throoughly enjoy your blog... HOWEVER. WTF is up with the banner????? You really think a zombie would even get one shot off against a shark in a boxing match!!!?? This irritates me to no end (especially once I continued to read and learn you were such a fan of JAWS).
I first read your blog this morning around 9AM, PST and now it's almost 5 and my blood is still boiling. I demand an explanation.
Again, sorry for this to come up with you are having your lady time, but (as you can atest) we can't plan these things.
adios
Tiger Shark
Drunkbrunch... If by "ovaries" you mean "Cadbury Creme Eggs," then yes.
Anthony (or possibly Tiger Shark)... That's a very good question, and I definitely see where you're coming from, but here's the thing... this boxing ring isn't underwater. Therefore, the shark is out of his element, what with trying to figure out how to walk on his back fins and all. Also, the zombie is the reanimated corpse of a former boxing champ, so the shark has to deal with that as well. Keep in mind, however, that I'm not the artist of this fine, sexy banner... that'd be my boy Braden (whom you can visit at Braden's Sketch Blog located at the top of the blogroll!!!). He's the one that really knows the score.
I was on my man-period last week. My face broke out, I cried a bit, and I ate a container of Snickers Ice Cream.
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