a man named Panther made me french toast.
Panther (or uncle p)'s an old friend of Erik's and insisted that breakfast was on him. at 7am.
He wanted to take me out somewhere and I told him he could go fuck his old mountain lion self, lol, not really, but I wanted to.
We settled for making french toast around 9 (after two hours of asking me what I wanted).
We stayed up all night Friday partying and i was tired Saturday morning early, but not sick. I slept for a little bit but then around 11 am, i started feeling that oh, crap it's gonna be a bad one feeling.
The whole thing was weird, I hadn't had my period since may (!) and didn't know I was going to start on saturday in such a big way!
So bad I made Erik take me home. He said, oh you're just tired but i knew... and i told him, dude, I'm getting my period, but he didn't get it, really. Good thing, he took me because I started bleeding like crazy as soon as i got home.
Woo hoo, is it too early for menopause because i'd like to get it over with.
My mother couldn't wait and in her own words, "i threw myself on the table and said 'cut it all out you dickless bastards!;"
She was hysterical for a hysterectomy.
I think that was when she was about 58.
Happy happy birthday to you! Glad it was a good one.
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