It’s not like the agony or horrendous suicidal PMT is something I would just forget. But for some reason, when a doctor asks when my last period was, I just look at her blankly and shrug my shoulders.
As soon as Lockdown 2.0 was over we jumped in the car and drove to Devon where we stayed in a lodge that had a private hot tub, yes, we are fancy bitches.
Obviously being a lesbian is the best thing a woman can be, but sometimes I dream of being straight…
When I was growing up there were little to no famous lesbians that I knew about. Sure, I’d heard about some woman in America called Ellen, but that was it.…
This year I’ve lost friends, they’ve not died, they’ve just buggered off. I’ve lost guinea pigs, they didn’t bugger off, they actually died and I’ve lost weight. Lolz, jokes, who the hell has lost weight in 2020?
Find it hard to stop yourself from slaughtering people just before your period? Same. Here are a few tips that can help you survive PMT without killing.
We should continue to wear masks after Covid has buggered off to a) hide my double chin and b) protect us “resting bitch faces” from judgment