Aunt Flow still hasn't arrived and I'm sure everyone is enoying the positive experience that comes with her late arrival. What is it about hormones that make women hate men, yet, wield an undying desire for them? It's not a very comfortable place to be, especially when your hormones are all askew, weighing down on one emotion while still maintaing contact with all the others. It's like being stuck on a roller coaster mid-slant on the biggest "hill", mentally. It's actually rather fucked up.
Perks of being a woman? Sex, sex toys, hair styles, the freedom to listen to Aretha, Janis and Erykah and fully understand them, chocolate, chocolate and I'm one of the rare few that loves the curves (once you've bonded with them, you don't wanna live without em). Oh, and the bubbles baths.
Plus, we can fix ugly without plastic surgery though few seem to embrace this. :/
I'd like my face non-plastic please.
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