Remember when I was really very terribly sick last week and all I did was throw up for an entire day. And remember that I lost weight from being sick the entire day. sigh. The golden days.
So. I'm expecting my period. hhhmm...I should be getting it in four days. I can feel it in my body, it's ready to ruin my life for a few days. My ovaries are being stabbed by the little machete-carrying men that live in my abdomen because only men could be blamed for causing such physical pain to a woman. And my hormones are speed racing through my body. You know what this means...Ryan can enjoy being pounced on for the next four days. I already told him to expect it after it happened for the second time today. I can't help it, I'm turned on for at least five days. It's like I went from this ill chick, throwing up and moody, to just indifferent to everything, to clawing at my boyfriend for not getting it up fast enough. insert evil grin here. And the funniest part of it all, which I will share with everyone on this blog just because it's that funny, he and I were doing things and I couldn't help but to make noise, and there's a knock at the door. I ask in a huff who it is and it's Victoria asking if it's okay to come in. Five minutes later, after we're dressed I let her in the room, and he and I tried so hard not to laugh. Ryan wanted to know how long she was standing in front of the door until she knocked. I said she probably heard from the elevator down the hall and just knew that she was the lucky one to interrupt the O fest going on in her room. It was just funny. And if you don't laugh at that, you have no funny bone and you aren't American.
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