Scout

Own it, I think. Embrace your womanhood and relax into Nature's rhythm. This is all unfolding as it is meant to.

Fuck that. Let's try a different approach.

My moon is in shit! Give me a candy bar! It is her moon time, her woman time . . . (Apologies to Lisa and Peggy.)

She's not bleeding, just riding the Hormone Rollercoaster. Price of admission? A Kit-Kat bar, a liter of Pepsi, tears that roll out of nowhere, low-back pain, apathy, nausea, unfavorable resemblance to her mother.

Next attempt?

It happens. Other women have gone through this. Didn't you just get grace from today's Mary? 'deed you did. So you prepare, then you ride it out, just like last night's wind storm. You watch the chips and dried mango and G&T go down, knowing restraint will return.

There, finally got there.

Haaaaaam-saaaaaa.




	s c o u t better living through better living Looking for SCOUT's other blog? The one with all the pictures and stuff? CLICK HERE Home Admin Password Remember Me 613993 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2007-11-12 6:09 PM Hello, God; it's me, uterus Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (3) Own it, I think. Embrace your womanhood and relax into Nature's rhythm. This is all unfolding as it is meant to. Fuck that. Let's try a different approach. My moon is in shit! Give me a candy bar! It is her moon time, her woman time . . . (Apologies to Lisa and Peggy.) She's not bleeding, just riding the Hormone Rollercoaster. Price of admission? A Kit-Kat bar, a liter of Pepsi, tears that roll out of nowhere, low-back pain, apathy, nausea, unfavorable resemblance to her mother. Next attempt? It happens. Other women have gone through this. Didn't you just get grace from today's Mary? 'deed you did. So you prepare, then you ride it out, just like last night's wind storm. You watch the chips and dried mango and G&T go down, knowing restraint will return. There, finally got there. Haaaaaam-saaaaaa. Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top