Eviction notice to my uterus:

I suppose its my fault you’ve never had a job, but really I’ve told you time and time again that this nonsense had got to stop or your outta here.

And I ment it.

And really? Literally sucking the life’s blood out of me? You’re worse than a thirty year old still living in Moms basement.

Eviction: April!

I am SO not going to miss you!

That is all.