And it feels so good

I'm home. I'm sick. But its okay. Why?

My period is over, baby! Hell yeah!

I swear, the day that I can actually say my period is over is the best day of my life. Every month, I have one best day of my life. And that's the day my period is officially over.

If I were fuckin, I'd be even more thrilled. But I'm still going strong on my solo mission. I'm so proud of myself. I think somewhere I found the guts I needed to hold this down. Despite my little waves of loneliness, I'm very set in the fact that I'm not begging for love, or selling myself short anymore. So since I'm not getting the real dick, I'm now allowed to re-enter the realm of battery powered lovin. And to this, I lift my smirnoffs.

Oh yeah. I forgot to add that I'm sippin as I type.

Anyway. This weekend is promising to be a calm one. I don't have any forced social engagements this weekend, only a hair appointment. I can live with that. I plan to drug myself up, sex myself up, and sleep my ass off. I can truly dig it. This week has been shit through and through. I am so thankful that today is friday and that my period chose to end yesterday (but officially today since I am now pad-free... tmi... so what. kiss my ass). Oooh, feelin fine. Time to go.