the number of pads in my house can be given by this equation: n x 6 (3 maxi pads + 3 regular), where n is the number of females in the house. given that there are FIVE GIRLS living here, there should be, oh, about a billion packets of pads to be opened, sat in, and thrown away at any given point in time. imagine my surprise, then, when my vagina explodes this morning and there are no pads or pad-like materials to be found. what the fuck? are people eating them or something? do they taste good with ketchup? did mum use them to seal up the roof during those ten days of constant rain about a week ago? and more importantly, why was the roof more important than my vagina?
with a waddle and a grimace, i had to buy a packet of pads in the chemist at nine oh five am with a wad of toilet paper in my undies. (stay tuned for a probing analysis of the controversial "wings vs. no wings" debate.)
Saturday, February 28, 2009
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