I hate my uterus. Part V.

Wow. So premenstrual that just thinking about being premenstrual made me cry. Twice.

I want a storm.

I want thunder so loud it makes my skeleton jump and so much rain that I dream about the end of the world. All while curled up with you.

To my loyal readers (all 3 of you)

I am too newly-in-love to do anything as mundane as write in a blog. I am just too busy tying up my lover and eating chicken wings. My apologies. I know reading my blog brought light and joy into your world, a world devoid of marvelous and luminous ideas like those provided by my writing. Unfortunately, until my world equilibrates, you will have to find a way to meet your luminosity needs with inferior grade, non-Wendy-produced luminosity. Cheers.

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