Are you there, God? It's me Ginger.

There are a handful of times when I can actually say, without any sarcasm what so ever, that I am happy to have my period. Why would I be thankful for the demise that is my womanhood? Because it is a logical and reasonable explanation for wanting to maim and mutilate my sharpies and why I find crap like this bringing me to tears. Seriously. I thought I was loosing my mind. But rest assured, there is a reason and it has nothing to do with needing a frontal lobotomy. I feel much better now.