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(Pre-menstrual Syndrome) Everyone around you has an attitude problem. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelette. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your
jeans
You're using your cellular phone to dial up every bumper - sticker that says, "How's my driving? Call 1-800-***-***" Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice You're convinced there's a God and he's male You're counting down the days until menopause You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you only bought
it yesterday
My first
time
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