So glad I made that soup…
I feel like attacking a Mc D’s and a Subway like the hulk. Just smashing through creating x rated burger combinations that would make the Burger King cum on his crown.
FUCKING GANG BANGER HORMONES
I have an IUD implant coming up for its forth birthday. Every period has been different since I had it fitted. But the best thing is that I’m no longer bed bound for five days straight every month.
The feeling you get when…
you ready yourself for the penultimate fork load of your snack/meal and wish you’d of eaten something else.
Moral dilemma, do you accept your decision and make peace with it. Or do you run straight to what you imagine you should of had?