This is probably gonna be way TMI, buuuut...

My period is really pissin' me off, now.
I've officially had ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!!!!

It's not enough that it's acting retarded, hanging on longer than usual, making me GUESS as to whether or not I need the cotton corks, oh noooo... I've also got the added attraction of insane emotional responses to shit.

For instance... I go to Gut Rumbles and from there, learn that Dean Esmay's dog died.
Well, fuck me runnin', you'd a thought Eric ran away or something (and I would NOT blame him if he did right now... I want to, too) from the way I fell apart. Of course, there was a picture of this dog with a kitten that got me, too, but still.

Then, I'm in the library, reading "Christine" (yes, again) and Steve (SK himself, yes) mentioned "c&w" (his way of saying "Country" music) and I lost it again. God damn Vince Gill and Garth "The Damned Dance" Brooks. Alabama, too, those ballad singin' peckerheads. And, Steve? You can bite me, too, for getting me started. That time.
I so do not need this shit, ya know?

Then, there's that damned dog... if she doesn't shut the ever-lovin' fuck up, I will not be able to be held responsible for my actions.

And, just top put a lil ol cherry on top of the whipped cream on top of the frosted dog turd that IS my period this time, I'm giggling my stupid ass off as I type this.

I am losing my lil teeny, tiny mind.

I hate hormones.

If I'm not born a guy next time, I swear by all that is holy, I will be one before I die. One way or the got-damned other.

The good news is, I made the insurance payment and I have stretch marks, which as we all know 'cause I've said it before, are a good thing because they mean something has gotten smaller. In this case, it's my gut. Yay.
*studiously ignoring boobs*

Also, it's supposed to be sunny and 60-something in a few hours, so I'm gonna go to bed again. I fell asleep for about 3 or 4 hours when I got home from work. Didn't mean to, necessarily, but I had to get off my feets. Was reading "Insomnia" (yeah, also by SK) and next thing I know, it's 9-something and I'm laying in bed fully dressed and needing to pee.
That was fun.

Guess I oughta just be glad I'm not Sophia, the oldest "Golden Girl" (yet). She said she couldn't understand why old people have such a hard time with continence. She had no problem with it. She peed every morning at 6am, on the button.
Her only problem was that she didn't get up til 7am.

And, on that note...
I'm outta here.

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 01:39 AM

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