I just totally lost my shit at some fat forty year old fuck at Circle K who told me to smile.
"That ain't free and it ain't cheap."
Then I stormed out with my vitamin water muttering about what a presumptuous dickbag he was. Overreacting much? Whatevs. My ladyparts are spasming in pain with such regularity that it feels like they're trying to build up momentum to exit my body. Bitch, don't tell ME to smile.

Been having a really unusual amount of pain this month. Am probably dying. I am seriously scared that something is wrong with me. I was even scared before I went on web md. That's fear right there. Gotta get my pelvis examined. Sharp pains, nauseous all the time. On Wednesday it was so bad I couldn't move. Gotta wait until it's over to go to the lady doc though. Can't go like this. That's just rude.

Last night Sarah Bonilla brought me birthday cupcakes. Amazing.
I hung out at Molly's after work. Had some good girl talk. My life is actually pretty rad right now. I don't think I've made a really serious bad decision since July.
Jammed with Fitz and Stina a couple nights ago. Hadn't played music with other people in a long long time. Forgot how much it fucking rules.