10.26.04

I'm not having a period, I'm having an exclamation point. Gads. It's as if someone is twisting a table knife into my uterus, twisting and twirling my Fallopian tubes like so much spaghetti.

Yowzers.

I got a reply from the e-mail that I sent to disgruntled boy. The response was filled with such defensive bile and anger that any further response from me would only result in a sort of flame war. Well.

Guess that's what I get when I try to explain myself. Goodness. Won't be doing that again. Fall down, get up, get foot out of mouth, and go on.

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