I think the only guy that reads this is Don, and we have an agreement: I can talk about my uterus if he can talk about his shits. So there.
I have an appointment at Planned Parenthood tomorrow.
Typically the fastest they can get you in for non-emergencies is three weeks after you call, but I got super lucky - someone had just cancelled an appointment and they got me in tomorrow. Because I'm insuranceless but can qualify for low-cost/sliding scale stuff, I have to bring in a picture ID, mail with my address, original birth certificate/passport, my previous 4 pay stubs and my SS card (or just know my number) (probably the weirdest list ever, too). Looks like I have to take a trip to the HR department at work because I only have my most recent...
I really need to go on birth control - I'm in a glass cage of emotions during my period... well, mostly the week before. I had a dream last week that I had lupus and my mom made my mean aunt tell me and then they all had a big "Amanda's Gonna Die!" party. I spent two hours that afternoon crying, until I figured out a better thing to mull over was if Joe was going to dump me again, which triggered two more hours of moping and eating ice cream and crying over Wife Swap. By nature, I'm an optimistic person, so when I hit this downswing, it really freaks me out. Hopefully the BC will control this...
...Plus no babies.
My mom is really happy for no babies.
Could you imagine a miniature Amanda running around this earth?
Oh fuck no. Give me pills plz.
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I don't think these pills you speak of will change the fact that with or without them you're still (apparently) a head case.
Summary: wtf randomness???
Suggestion: I can imagine you speaking this post right now and you would be going 100 miles a minute... you really wrote that in the time span that it took you to think it didn't ya...?
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