I hate my uterus. Part VII.
Things I've yelled at tonight: a plastic bag, some water droplets, the picture on my desktop.
I might have PMS.
For *those that have just lost their keys *those that are well-versed *inebriated ones *wanderers *mermaids *those that belong elsewhere *whippersnappers *marvelous ones *those that are not included in this classification *those that flutter because the moment is fleeting *boundless ones *those colored with slippery fingerpaint *others *those that resemble someone I know from a distance