Coming down with a pseudo-cold that can’t decide whether it really wants to be a cold or not, causing constant irritating nasal drippage

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Reduction in a medication that I kept insisting was sending my lady parts all kerflooey despite doctors claiming the contrary, with said reduction causing the lady bits to resume FULL FUNCTION so suck on THAT doctors, but full function means full cramps, which you totally wanted to know about

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Bloggie loss, which I didn’t know would bum me out until it actually happened*, although it was to a super cool person who is the only person who rightfully should have beaten me, and who could probably kick my ass in real life so actually hooray that she won, because these cramps are bad enough

= Cranky-Ass Bitch

By the Transitive Property of Cranky-Ass Bitches, that means no cooking and therefore no black bean empanadas. I was never good at math, but I think I might be getting the hang of it.

*Turns out I really care about this dumb blog or something.  Dammit.  I hate caring about shit.

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