I DON'T KNOW about other women, but when I am on my 'cycle', it tends to sneak up on my subconscious and become my dominant thought that keeps trying to slip out of my mouth, like a cat trying to dash out the front door while you're paying the delivery guy.
It's not an excuse, but more of a supplement to whatever it is I am saying or doing. Even after 156 'cycles' (13 years x 12 a year... yes I did the math) it hasn't become something I don't think about. I don't know about other women, but it's always there.
"Yes, can I have two iced coffees with room for milk? And I am bleeding from the vag. Actually, the cervix. Well to be more specific, I am shedding the inner tissue of the walls of my uterus. Thanks!"
"Alicia! When someone says stop, what does that mean?! SHEDDING TISSUE SHEDDING TISSUE SHEDDING. TISSUE. It means you stop. "
"I'm doing well actually, how are you? I am corked up. I am plugged and padded. And heavily medicated. Sedated. That's good to hear!"
"Can I have the Napa but without mayo? OH MY LORD THE FUCKING CRAMPS! UUUGHHHHHHHHHhhhhHHHhhhhhhHHHHOOOOOO MY GOOOOODDDDDDDD. Lettuce and tomato are fine."
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