(THIS IS A SUPER SHORT UPDATE)
For all the males reading this, I'd suggest you avert yourself from this chapter.
Okay, seriously. I did not ask to be punched in the intestines by Thor on a rampage every four weeks.
A note to God; you screwed up with two things:
1) Mosquitoes
2) CRAMPS
I'm so sick and tired of being in class, minding my own business, when suddenly, Mother Nature decides,
"Oh, she's doing well in her studies. She's really focused! You know what might help?
TWISTING HER INTERNAL ORGANS UNTIL SHE CRIES!"
This is seriously a load of crap.
Why can't guys suffer with having cramps too?
Granted, they have to deal with our passive agressive need for KitKat bars, but still.
It's uneven I tell you.
IMAGINE:
You're curled up on your couch in your favorite hoodie, watching TV. You're snacking on some chocolate, which, when cramping, tastes like the tears of Jesus melded into a bar form.
WHEN SUDDENLY,
(THIS IS A GENERALIZATION; NOT ALL MALES ARE THIS KIND OF MALE)
A wild male walks in.
He plops down on the couch next to you, trying to steal kisses and all that other nonsense that guys do.
You are clearly not in the mood, so you glare at him.
TO WHICH HE REPLIES:
"Hey babe, what's wrong?'
You motion to a box of Midol and the bag of assorted mini candy bars sitting on the counter.
And guess what?
HE STILL DOESN'T GET IT.
So, you end up going freaking nuts, due to hormones and your inability to believe that a human can be that stupid.
And then your intestines twist into a knot again.
What fun it is to be female.
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Rants; A Tale Of Epic Annoyance
RandomThis will be a book of my rants, commonly spilled onto the unfortunate souls whom happen to talk to me. Enjoy yourself; perhaps you'll relate.
