ever try to clean your entire house while you're doubled over with menstrual cramps as well as battling corn-induced diarrhea?
yeah. that's my sunday.
yes. that was disgusting, but, whatever, i am likkered up on a possibly fatal combination of Pamprin, Midol, Immodium and Claritin... oh, and Dunkin Donuts iced coffee.
just to let you know.
[ooooooooh, GC is trying to be shocking with poop and period talk]
by the way, a couple of months ago the chick doctor prescribed me this Loestrin ABV (anti-baby vitamin for those just joining me here) and apparently it's supposed to make my friend's stay each month really short.
she hasn't shown up yet, but it's like she's been outside banging on my front door. with a sledgehammer. for 3 days.
that bitch.
oh the couch is really looking nice right about now, but, for those who've been reading me for a few years, you might remember that i battle sloth-like slovenly house-cleaning habits. so i am - come hell or high blood water - gearing myself up to haul arse with the cleaning streak.
speaking of streaking - someone just streaked across the green during the Ryder Cup.
announcer just said "no one wants to grab a naked guy. oh, he just made it into the water"
i love golf.
okay okay okay, going to have a chat with my innards and then get cracking on the housework.
