I'm hungry but I don't know what I want...
Oh hi, Mark!
Ugh! Isn't working on your period lovely? Spending eight hours sitting in your chair, feeling uncomfortable cause there's a chance that any minute now you'll have a bloody accident? It sure is! Speaking of accidents, one of my favorite memories was back in middle school rushing to the principal's office to call my mom because the back of my uniform's skirt was covered in blood due to a pad malfunction. I was surrounded by teenagers and it honestly felt like the worst day of my young life; but hey, being a woman is awesome even if you don't realize it until you're in your late 20's. Sorry for losing track, we're supposed to talk about food, cravings, the endless debate of not knowing what the fuck to eat, and getting into a huge fight with your boyfriend because he won't decide for you.
I was talking to my friends the other day about what they referred to as "the day they knew the devil was real" and said devil "drove a Corolla and wanted Taco Maker". We were hanging out at Christopher's place, Elías was his housemate at the time and Moncho was visiting them. Suddenly, the red monster stopped by. Yes, we're talking about my period here; I flipped out, punched a pillow and did a complete 180 in a matter of seconds. I immediately craved a "Fiesta Dinner" (if you know about the real pleasures of life, you know what I'm talking about.) but my friends weren't cooperating. I started yelling at them and got frustrated by their lack of empathy. It was rough, they were looking at each other like "what the fuck is wrong with this bitch?" and obviously, I was taking all that personal. This happened four years ago and I'm not exaggerating when I say they are traumatized. Food is always an issue for me regardless of my bleeding situation, I’m not a sweets person and if I’m craving chocolate, Death is coming my way. So guys, don’t get hangry, breathe and remember that Panera is always a great option, below you can appreciate a picture of today’s lunch (pecan roll included).
P.S My computer is a piece of shit and of course it’s conspiring against my goals.
P.S.S Sometimes my boyfriend proofreads my entries and he just called me a basic bitch... Wooow!
I was talking to my friends the other day about what they referred to as "the day they knew the devil was real" and said devil "drove a Corolla and wanted Taco Maker". We were hanging out at Christopher's place, Elías was his housemate at the time and Moncho was visiting them. Suddenly, the red monster stopped by. Yes, we're talking about my period here; I flipped out, punched a pillow and did a complete 180 in a matter of seconds. I immediately craved a "Fiesta Dinner" (if you know about the real pleasures of life, you know what I'm talking about.) but my friends weren't cooperating. I started yelling at them and got frustrated by their lack of empathy. It was rough, they were looking at each other like "what the fuck is wrong with this bitch?" and obviously, I was taking all that personal. This happened four years ago and I'm not exaggerating when I say they are traumatized. Food is always an issue for me regardless of my bleeding situation, I’m not a sweets person and if I’m craving chocolate, Death is coming my way. So guys, don’t get hangry, breathe and remember that Panera is always a great option, below you can appreciate a picture of today’s lunch (pecan roll included).
P.S My computer is a piece of shit and of course it’s conspiring against my goals.
P.S.S Sometimes my boyfriend proofreads my entries and he just called me a basic bitch... Wooow!
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