Friday, June 16, 2006
bitching fit.
I really, REALLY hate having menstrual cramps. I've never ever had them until the start of this year. And they really hurt like... like... Poseidon twisting his trident deep into your insides, twirling, twirling, like he's about to eat pasta off a fancy plate, except it's your coiled intestines that he's playing with here, not some random unfeeling strands of linguine. It's not the most pleasant of experiences in the world, I'm afraid. And I'm so annoyed that it actually made me miss the last bit of Alfred Brendel's piano recital at the Barbican. ALFRED BRENDEL!!! As Yang'en puts it, he's the pop music's equivalent of Christina Aguilera or something (whoever's in fashion now, I can't really keep up). I missed the finale because I spent it in the toilet cubicle, clutching my tummy and writhing in agony, deciding between hurling and not hurling - quality. You know what? I can't believe I'm incensed enough to actually blog about menstrual cramps, and I'm sorry I've made the whole world privy to such a personal matter. Not that sorry to delete the post, but sorry enough to end my post here.
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