My open letter to one of the worst things females have to live with...

Dear Patricia,

When you first came over back in July of 2002...i was extremely delighted knowing that fact i was a grown woman. Now that about 6 1/2 years have gone by i would love to tell you that you are an extreme pain in the ass...i mean that literally sometimes if you catch my drift. You arrivals are impeccable but sometimes great [for example just weeks before an event so i don't have to wry abt you during that event]. On first day of arrival you aren't so annoying but you are a bit uncomfortable. but the next day...oh god...the EVERY second day of ur arrival is an arrival by satin into my god given organ. Painful as ever...u leave a HUGE mess along with extreme discomfort and fatigue. Thanks to my buddy Motrin...it eases the annoyance you bring. as days go by i get used to you and u become less annoying. then you leave and as you leave i breathe a sgh of relief..only to secretly wry abt ur next visit. Though i pray i never have you, having you tells me my future is secure. Now that you are a vital part of my life all i want to say is...quit being so messy...please?

Love,
Miz and her god given organ.

LMFAO. i hope you readers caught my drift of who Patricia is.