Which roommate? Anyone I know?
Nope. Before your time. Not the one with the flower name that you met, but a different one with a flower name.
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Which roommate? Anyone I know?
Nope. Before your time. Not the one with the flower name that you met, but a different one with a flower name.
It was a full minute before I could stand up straight when I was done
Yeowch! I've had pelvic exams that left me in tears, but they weren't that debilitating. I'm sorry.
Ouch, connie! I'm so sorry!
I don't wanna work. Someone make me. I've got SO much to do!
Ouch!
Even my in-labor internals didn't hurt like that, and those are pretty painful.
I think it's because it's been so long since the bits have stretched that far, plus some residual monthly cramps. The person who wrote "I Enjoy Being A Girl" was a man, right?
Where'd everybody go? I'm actually gonna have to do work or something.
I have discovered Felicity reruns on the We network. I'm doomed.
I was writing, but need a break now, Bug. What do you do at your job? Or is that classwork?
At my job, I do research, but I'm doing classwork right now. I didn't go to work today because of my exam...or because I'm lazy...or something.
The person who wrote "I Enjoy Being A Girl" was a man, right?
Whoever it was needs to have both their arms ripped off and be beaten to death with them.
My comical OB just told me today, "I'd NEVER want to be a woman. I'm convinced that somewhere in the universe, there was a planet where the men had the babies. But they died out pretty quickly."