PMS leads to hiatus
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I'm on hair-pulling, brows-frowning, head-banging, jaw-dropping, fingers-crossing, toe-bending, breath holding HIATUS.
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Translation to all you dumb people: I'm on a break until god-knows-how-long. So don't ask me to update. At least not this week.
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Try updating your half abandoned blog when you're dying from PMS-ing. Yes, I'm talking about the goddamn thing that female have every freaking month. Not only that it wears you out physically but mentally. God damn you evil thing!!!! Even a bitch (which is a female dog) has that. PATHETIC!!! YES, I'm SERIOUSLY PMS-ING. You stinky boys will never understand.
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Yes, I'm discussing about my nerve wrecking period on my goddamn blog.