Girly TMI: my period has started. Two weeks after it ended. For the second month in a row. Last month it lasted 12 days. I swear, if it does that again this month, I'm gonna strangle someone. So much for the Nuva Ring regulating my periods .

Can I ask you to join in one last rousing chorus of "I fucking hate the fucking landlord from hell", just for old time's sake?

dang, vw. That sucks. How many months have you been on the ring? (whitefont) you have the ring in AND getting your period? If that's the case, I'd ask the doctor what's what, because that shit ain't regulation.

Of course! I'm still dealing with mine, so I'm sure there will be more stories.

All together now, "I fucking hate the fucking landlord from hell!"

Nora,

How many months have you been on the ring?

This is my forth month, I think.

As to your white font: yes, I'm getting it while the ring is in (a week before it comes out). Last month the doctor told me to keep it in and keep my schedule with it, that there would be "break-through bleeding." Um, a 12-day period is NOT break-through bleeding. It's a pain in the ass.

I didn't know dragonflies chowed on butterflies. I like to put pictures of the flying things together too.

No, I didn't either, love. But if I were going to release butterflies AND dragonflies at my wedding (and since I'm unlikely to have that kind of wedding, even were I to wed, it's kind of a moot point, I guess, but let's pretend) then I'd sure as hell do a quick Google to check whether it would be A Beautiful Lifetime Event or a really pretty and iridescent-winged SLAUGHTERHOUSE OF FLUTTERY DOOM!!!!

And I bet you'd Google to check that too, just in case of The Most Important Day Of Your Life (TM) turning into hideously comedic pretty insect apocalypse. So I think we can still point and laugh at Madame Butterfly and her crappy wedding planners & suppliers.

I hate my ex-landlords as they've just charged me sixty fucking pounds (which means they've also charged each of my ex-flatmates sixty pounds) for 'items lost or damaged'. Which is COMPLETE AND TOTAL CUNTING BOLLOCKS.

Edited because angry make Jars spell bad.

Sex, butterflies, and dragonflies - oh my.

Waves at thread.

Collapses from lack of sleep and missing brain cells.

But, uh, how do you really feel about that?;) Fay, yeah, wrod. Because just like family, a whole lot of stuff sounds better in theory than what you really get. I'd be praying that wasn't a metaphor. Not that I'm the Special Day type, either. But it makes my mother sad when I say that my processional would probably be "It's The End Of The World As We Know It" but it's not very likely I'll find somebody to trust for life. Life can be very long.

In fairness though, if you released butterflies or any other kind of insects at a get together, at least a third of the congregation would throw a complete freak-out.