Aside from the grumpiness, and the bloatedness, and the boob-tenderness, and the decreased concentration, and the food-craving, and the muscle aches, and the backaches, and the bad skin, and the general fatigue, and sometimes the diarrhoea, my PMS isn’t actually that bad.

Okay, maybe it is kind of bad; but on the plus side, the dream fairy is generally especially nice to me during those days, too. Guess who just had hardcore sex with her most favourite game character in a dream last night? *snickers*

Although funnily enough, I’ve always been a male in my wet dreams. I’m not sure what it could possibly symbolise. That I secretly crave for straight sex? That I actually want to be a man? That I feel that’s the only way I could satisfy my ladies in the dreams? That there’s an unknown male version of me somewhere in the universe? Heh, maybe not the last one.

Whichever way, can’t argue with the fairy. Am content. *goes back to reminisce dream*

(I think I humped the pillow, but I try not to visualise.)