menstrual cramps & packing

For those of innocent minds and indifference to female parts,
here is your warning. The next few words may scar you.
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I WANT TO RIP OUT MY UTERUS.

There. I said it.
Horribly graphic, and seemingly unnecessary information,
but it's true.
And that's what I do. Speak the truth.
Unless it involves my weight.
Once again. Another truth you probably didn't need to know.
Plus, who wants to have babies anyways?

Other than the fact that my insides are slowing dying,
I'm doing rather swell.
Not only am I spending the weekend
with the 7 classiest females I know,
but I put in my two weeks notice. So did Kelsey.
Let's just say we're going to be movied out in no time.
HOLLER!

Best part of vacationing?
PACKING.
Naturally I'm totally BAMF at it.

Here's to ridiculously painful cramps, and being a lady.
Absolutely the worst.

The Stank

*I apologize before hand. I hope this doesn't make you puke.*

The uncontrollable dry heaving started when I got a whiff of the ladies room at UVU.
I'm not sure whats worse.
Smelling the pure stench of a stranger's bodily waste,
or smelling it when it's mixed with the strong scent
of a "Hawaiian Breeze" air freshener,
which was intended to cover it up.
GAG.
Once again I apologize.
Worst part? I'm pretty sure I saw the stinker girl walking out.
Smiling.
Needless to say, I didn't last long in there.


P.S. Lyssa is HOME! I love her. And i'm sorry if this is offensive to her
to even be mentioned in such a ridiculously nasty post.