Caution: Severe bitchiness ahead.
August 29, 2003
I think this will be the second time in the history of my journal that I have ever mentioned this ? or even blamed anything on it ? but here goes:
PMS.
It is real. It exists.
I am possessed by it right now and I feel like a ferocious beast from hell. I look even worse. I might even smell ferocious, I don?t know. Frankly, I don?t care. If your nose is that close to me you deserve whatever hell you get.
Don?t. Mess. With. Me.
There. Just had to get that little public service announcement out of the way.
Today?s weather was vaguely tolerable. At least it wasn?t fucking sweltering like it has been the past 10 days or so. The air conditioning in my car needs a re-charge in the worst way, though. It blows out this piss-temperatured air that only makes me want to kill everyone in the lanes next to me, or slam on my brakes so the tailgating pinhead behind me eats my bumper. But cooler weather will be here soon, so I don?t know if I should spend the bucks now or wait until next spring.
Perhaps for everyone?s safety I should just do it now, eh?
Aw, fuck it. Let’s just live all steamy and dangerous ’til next year.
In today?s other jolly news: therapy sucked; that bitch I work with gossips waaaaaay too much; I was locked out of the art building tonight and had to wait 20 !@#$% minutes for the &^%$# security guard to schlep his fat ass over and let me in while mosquitoes ate me alive; my school computer has worms, and I had an allergic reaction to my allergy shots this afternoon.
I could be a big baby and cry for my mommy, but we all know how nuts she makes me, so that?s out of the question. Fuckity fuck.
Ok, tomorrow with be better. It always is. There will be less snarling, I promise.
It helped to rant.
If you are still reading this, thanks for listening. Or reading.
Whatever.
You know what I mean.

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poor Agent J. I just cringe at th nightmare he’s living with.
Z
PMS,,,putting up with men’s shit is what I call it!! *L* Aint funny or fun, but most of us live thru it (well, except for the occasional man who gets too big for his britches and starts something!) Enjoy your blog, read it every day, you remind me of me, or a me with time to write, that is!!
Christine,
Isn’t ranting fun? I hope your weekend is better and that you have at least some chance to relax.
Leah
(((Hug)))
PMS=Pack My Suitcase. You need a break for all of the irritating stuff of life! Be good to yourself and things will be better soon!
Carol
and here I always thought PMS meant Punch Me Sweety…
Z