All the Cramps in the World

Being a girl (or I'd love to say woman, I'm 18 now, niggers) is severely underrated.

I'd rather have a useless part of my gonads mercilessly chopped off by some fifty year old foreign pervert with a fake medical degree than to go through this mental physical emotional kind of torture every damn month.

I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
I want to shave my head and dye it blonde like Miley and Malfoy.
My oral fixation is heightened aggressively; I feel the constant need to eat any edible thing I can get my hands on.
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
I'm planning the lawsuit I will file against the Midol Company when I graduate. The inefficacy of their drug is taking it's toll on my life (as well as every one else living with me) every 28 days.
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
Everlong, my happy song, has pissed me off a lot lately. When Dave Grohl starts getting on my nerves, I think that means the world REALLY will fall apart soon.
Doc Jerry is like an onion; I love him so damn much but the thought of Fil 14 makes me burst into tears.
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
Who the living crap is Bea Binene and why is she black?
Polsci majors are the most impoverished students in Ateneo not because we aren't capitalists; We're just blessed with overly generous professors who enjoy requiring movies and plays. (Not to mention a Bible-length of readings to spend for, that goes without saying)
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.


I want some bulgogi right now.


Take me to Bonchon... 145 pesos, so worth it.