For Science

 I can now confirm that drinking a bottle of wine will wipe out period pain. Like, my uterus was killing me; took a gamble on a bottle of wine. No more pain. 101% would recomend. More expensive than painkillers (In the UK you can get some ibuprofen for like 16p, bottle of wine for like £5?) But worth it. I'm aboutta sleep through biatch!

Pain, pain I know your name :/

 So, if I spend a weekend finding the man I THOUGHT I MIGHT, GOD WILLING, BREED WITH his dream job on the otherside of the world am I in the top 25% of good people or am I an absolute fucking mug?

Erm...

So me; waving my phone. Making frown lines like I'm on a payroll; glaring at my phone thinking 'don't text me back then, bitch, I'll make my own fun in life'. Then remembering I hadn't sent any *initial* text is a power move...right? I was too strong a women to text in the first place? Idk fuck it, brb: sending a text -_-

FFs

 How you doin'? I'm so drunk I've just DMd the Weeknd (the day before his superbowl performance) telling him 'love ya x' because, apparently, I think it'll matter, because the last time I text my (idk what word to use here; what's the description for a guy who falls inbetween a crush and a signifier of social infertility?) *dude* Imma use dude. Last time I texted my dude he didn't reply but he's probs still colouring his chatacter's pubes in that cyberpunk game everyone hated... Right...?

FYI I later deleted the dm. Thank God for the 'gram.

Uuuugh + Superbowl

 Ffs. When you're texting depressive guys in the middle of the night like 'hope life is good for you' and you get effing ghosted it's like fine. Be sad. Be alone. Hope you're crying right now. All of our psyches are on a knife edge right now but, you'll sacrifice mine to preserve your own. Fair play; happy to know where I stand. Glad I never choked myself on that d. You just do not deserve that shit. #GiveMeStrength (And I wrote this thinking that by the time I clicked 'post' he would have replied but he hasn't. Wish I could hate that prick, AmIRightLadies?)

Also, I'm sorry but Justin SOOOOO meant to pop that nip, yet he got invited back? He's the kid in school who always stole test answers but was quiet so no-one believed he would. Seriously, if this weekend The Weeknd popped my tit out then was like 'lol soz, nevermind', would you never mind again? No, you would not (not least because my tits are probably less impressive than Janet Jacksons, idk, I've not compared them but I don't imagine mine are better).

 

EDIT:

I just verified my own mobile number against this blog account because I'm. That. Fucking. Pathetic, apparently. I waited a fucking hour; and if I were Super Mario I may have got some attention. Uuugh

Further edit:

Well, well, well... I was timely on that Justin slagging, wasn't I? Might curse someone else this weekend and see how that plays out for them next week.

Blah Blah Blah

 Today I'm mostly remembering that time I was the 3rd person in a year (a year in which a significant amount was spent in lockdown, alone, in our own homes) to make a  complaint to senior management about someone and their response was 'Yah, you need to just leave early, k? Thx, bye'. Not legal but very 2020.

So 2020 when...

 You hope someone gets the random shit you're going through. But, apparently, they do not. And you have to falter through it alone... K, fine. But think i'll be trying to gag myself on ur ballz as a response? Wrong? Chivalry isn't dead. You just need to try harder. #gutted. #I Wish I Could Though. # I shame my family nqme

Sober update - Not sure what I was going through here but it seems to have felt pretty effing deep. Damn.