ok ok ok

so i didn’t make a teeth diagram but it still hurts and maybe more than it did earlier on and everytime i move around my lower lip i feel it but i can’t stop doing it anyway. pain obsession. it makes me feel alive. etcetera.

and today, also, i am a bleeding factory of menstruation holy shit cervix what is your fucking problem?! here and there it can be just a simple, moderate flow but then a half hour later out of the blue i am bleeding enough for a blood transfusion to suffice the entire population of perth, ontario.

just in case i forgot i had ovaries and what not for a second there.

and i can’t even have fun with the whole being a scarey angry period monster because if i get all riled up all of my insides will bleed out of me entirely and i’ll just be a big pile of bloody mess on someone’s couch and they’ll look at me and go ok ok dude fine you can have the last fucking tic-tac, it’s really not that big of a deal holy fuck.

right, so i watched meet the fockers on a dvd magically obtained from the black market and the best part is when people are walking by and they are wearing baseball hats and you think that they might be some of the loser sketchbags hanging around high school by the shape of their shadow and the badness of their stride, i dunno, i was a bleeding factory ok i told you this already leave me alone!