If by chance I have any male readers, they should probably stop here. And those squeamish of TMI posts. I need to blow steam about something, and if I can’t do that in my own online space, where can I?

Ladies. Periods suck. We all know this. The cramps and the (duh) bleeding and the moodiness. But you know what sucks more? Thinking all that nonsense is gone for another month because your period is over because your birth control says so and your feminine products have come out clean for a full day, so you stop wearing them, and then being ambushed by your own body almost a full day later. While wearing the new underwear you just got this week. A pale color, naturally. Because it was supposed to be done and I didn’t have to wear safe colors like black or red just in case (I’m not the only one that does that, yes?).

Enter long stream of curse words. I may have alarmed the dog.

I’m off to sit on the couch and watch mindless tv while eating cookies and grumbling to myself about how it really sucks to be female sometimes. That’s really the only thing periods are good for: justification for melodramatic sulk sessions. I’m just glad it’s Friday.