Because the day couldn't be sucking any more, what I really needed to see on the TV at the gym was the Duggars and their 50 kids and the episode where she gives birth to the youngest--in full detail (there was actually a disclaimer warning of a live birth).
'Cause seeing super fertile woman give birth and all the other kids running around was EXACTLY what this PMS-y, hormonal, emotional, bitchy, crampy, spotting, bloated, pimple-faced wreck needed to see.
I literally could not even make myself look at the screen. Thankfully, it wasn't right in front of me, but I do glance up at whatever is usually on from time to time as distraction.
I hate being that way.
'Cause seeing super fertile woman give birth and all the other kids running around was EXACTLY what this PMS-y, hormonal, emotional, bitchy, crampy, spotting, bloated, pimple-faced wreck needed to see.
I literally could not even make myself look at the screen. Thankfully, it wasn't right in front of me, but I do glance up at whatever is usually on from time to time as distraction.
I hate being that way.
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