It’s not a blog title you fabricate from thin air.
I briefly flirted with having a Copper-T IUD. IUD? This is Sparta. Four or five months it was installed. Is that the proper verb for having a piece of copper jammed in your uterus? Installed? I digress… So I had this IUD- because babies? Ain’t nobody got time fo’ dat. But let me tell you.
IUD?
I’m not even kidding. I really, REALLY wish I was kidding. Horrific menstrual blood flow can be a real fucking downer when you’re the crowned Boner Rodeo Queen. But does it stop me? Bitch, please. Let the lady ride the buck and then pop a super plus and PTFO. And I did just that. I even woke up in the middle of the night for a freshie. But, lo and behold, 7 am came around and I felt a little.. Uncomfortable. I peeled back the blanket and I felt the colour drain from my face. Probably because it had no blood left in it because THIS.
So yeah, sorry about those sheets. They were really nice sheets.
Sorry I Ruined Your Sheets, And Other Stories 
For the record, 0:16 in the Shining clip was exactly my expression when I saw the mess I had made.
Butterfly shaped mess is best mess
Love that you took a photo of it. Not surprised though..
Been there, done that. At like 15. Auntie’s friend’s house. Nice white sheets. 😦
ermagerd… I would CRY.. and run screaming to Target to get him new ones..gahhhhh you poor thing!
Totally did that, with a 3-day “I’m so in love with you I can’t breathe” fling, in London. He was South African, beautiful, glorious. And completely into me. And I bled on his sheets.