Pamela Mary and Sue..

I'ma have to do a post on PMS because this shit is unreal. I'm ready to blow somebody's fucking head off right now.

Angry for no reason.

Usually chocolate makes it better but not today! This PMS is like a fucking super-germ, resistant to what normally cures it.

Why do we go through this again?? What's the biological reason for this?? What evolutionary purpose could there be for me wanting to claw out the eyes of an innocent bystander, for breathing air from my airspace?

I love being a woman but damn. It's like having split personalities one day out of the month. And you can't help it. Women love to make men miserable but not like this. When your emotions are calling the shots, making men miserable is not as much fun. Yeah yeah yeah there are things you can eat, pills you can take blah blah, but this latest episode caught me off guard. Plus, I don't take pills so..

Unless they're for cramps. Cramps I cannot handle. Not to mention not being able to walk upright is counter-productive. PMS is far easier to deal with.

Unfortunately the people around me don't share my sentiment. Well fuck 'em.

Or rather,

FUCK 'EM!! I'm fucking irritable..

That's the PMS talking, not me. I love everybody..


Goddamit.


Ah well, what can I say? I feel like this today..

Fucking sue me..

And in case you were wondering, the number is 6. That's how many times I used "fuck" in this post.

I like even numbers..

Fucking fuck it.