"Those prisons are leaking like a macrame diaphragm."
I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of evenings I've gone out during the past month, because I have turned into a recluse. I finally planned to go out tonight, to a meetup less than 5 minutes from my front door, but no... my lady parts didn't want to cooperate. I'm on drugs for the sole purpose of fixing my jacked up hormones, but clearly not working. Perhaps the French drugs aren't as strong, or something?
All I know is, no one at the age of 28 should be pining for menopause. I mean, hot flashes can't be worse than this, right?
