Every woman in the world deserves a room of her own at work in which she can unleash her PMS'y self, no holds barred.
In between flinging off my jewelry piece by piece (it's h-o-t), switching off the fan (it's also cold!), and proceeding to cry because my pressure cooker doesn't love me (don't even ask), I pause to wonder - am I meant to thank my PMS for making me realize I hands-down prefer my period over it?
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