Hi. I just want to say right at the beginning that mostly we're cool.
I dig how you breathe for me when I'm asleep, seriously, that's some amazing work you do. And managing all those cells to do all the things? Mind boggling. I appreciate that I do.
I know we don't always agree (do I have a chin? Or don't I? Ew, let's just not talk about it).
I'm pretty happy over all (although why did you choose to stop growing my feet? They're tiny, just wondering).
I try to take care of you, I do! Have you noticed how I've been working on the abdominal region? I think I'm starting to see some real definition. Impressive. Well done to us both.
I put good food (currently about 100 mini Reese's peanut butter cups) in your belly.
What I'm saying is that I think we've got a general good relationship, besides that whole Jorge thing. When can we move on from that?
I think I'm getting better and better and then, BAM. It's that lovely time of the month and I turn into a pyscho woman with the anger and the crying and the spotting. Oh, the spotting.
Must we do this song and dance? Are you trying to tell me that this is all metaphor? That perhaps every month it's a reminder that I should just let go? Shed the lining so to speak? Well, first of all, not that subtle, and secondly I'm trying.
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