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Woman Problems Ugh... I feel like shit. You can use me as a floatation device and use my mood to hire me to kill someone. The cramps are unbearable. Midol is not helping, so it leaves me no choice but to dose up on strong tylenol. Which only takes off the edge for a few hours. Doesn't help with the bloating, so wearing jean and things like that are out of the question. Everything is so damn tight right now. I'm resorted to wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. O'well, I don't have to go anywhere,nor do I have to work today.
Anywho, I am going to go watch movies all day and wash a load of cloths again or something. I'll be back soon,once I feel better, I promise.
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