I hate my fuckin' period.
Sure, there's the day or two before where you're so damn horny it becomes more of an itch than a need and you swear you would fuck anything that moves if only to get some goddamned release and even with toys you're just scratchin' and scratchin' until you just can't take it anymore and hope the fucking period will just fucking start already.
And it does. Eventually. But never when you expect it or when it's supposed to or when it isn't a huge fucking inconvenience.
Because don't lie you know what happens.
There you are at work. A quick bathroom trip, and
You have to go traipsing back to your desk, not sure you won't be leaving a bloody trail, so you can get your cute little bag of girl shit. Why do we feel the need to hide our tampons and napkins anyway? It's not like it's some big surprise to the women. And the guys? Hell, they flaunt their condoms and shit, why can't we wave our girl shit around? Is it really a secret? Do you seriously