From whence I descended.....
Nargh.
Monthly visitor has unmercifully arrived and I've cramps like a muthafukker.
*groans*
Somebody get me a midol(or sumsuchsedative).'Mon now. Pretty preety please, with a triple cherries on top?!;P I am loved; this I know. So gimme one GOOD reason that my every wish and command should be denied?!(UH-huh.Sure.Run and hide you that dare cross.I shall sharpen my claws upon ye.)
Yeah.... yeah...doesn't that beat all....
I withhold myself from the likes of you people for an extended timespan, and my follow-up entry is a rundown on the trials and tribulations of what it means to be female. Whoever said that females were the luckier of the two sexes?! Do me a favor. Drag the bastards out into the street and shoot them straight through their throbing loins.(MEN!)
And onwards with the bitchy-ness. What with the ferocious hormonal shifts before, during, and (sometimes) after THAT TIME, I'm entitled a rant or two. I think I speak for the VAST majority of women. Agree? *nod heads mechanically*
Alongside of that, my moods over the course of the past couplea months have been fluxuating with SUCH severity that I'm re-considering anti-depresants. I got off the sonsofbitches when I was preggers(with regards to the childs well-being), but let's face it. I'm a full-blown basketcase. Since I lack the know-how(o perhaps it's sheer laziness) to regulate myself (chemically), it stands to reason that I(once again)must become reliant upon an anecdote. God I'm parenthesis happy.
In other news, my beau and I celebrate our anniversary this weekend. Out of our time together, what've I to show for it?! 2 years of my life and heartaches. Way to go. And the fucking shit of it all is that I'll be guilt-tripped for 'suckerpunching' him into splurging for this so-called special occassion.
I NEED to get outta here.
For now, I'll load my CD changer up with some heady, euphoric techno and lose myself in it's atmospheric tone. The way I usually do when I'm aching for escape.
Ignore the typo-s. I'm NOT spell-checking.
I love and MISS the hell outta yas...promise to share more when I've the time at my disposal....oh, what a rarity that is...
~~~TheLightersideofDemonmania~~
Monthly visitor has unmercifully arrived and I've cramps like a muthafukker.
*groans*
Somebody get me a midol(or sumsuchsedative).'Mon now. Pretty preety please, with a triple cherries on top?!;P I am loved; this I know. So gimme one GOOD reason that my every wish and command should be denied?!(UH-huh.Sure.Run and hide you that dare cross.I shall sharpen my claws upon ye.)
Yeah.... yeah...doesn't that beat all....
I withhold myself from the likes of you people for an extended timespan, and my follow-up entry is a rundown on the trials and tribulations of what it means to be female. Whoever said that females were the luckier of the two sexes?! Do me a favor. Drag the bastards out into the street and shoot them straight through their throbing loins.(MEN!)
And onwards with the bitchy-ness. What with the ferocious hormonal shifts before, during, and (sometimes) after THAT TIME, I'm entitled a rant or two. I think I speak for the VAST majority of women. Agree? *nod heads mechanically*
Alongside of that, my moods over the course of the past couplea months have been fluxuating with SUCH severity that I'm re-considering anti-depresants. I got off the sonsofbitches when I was preggers(with regards to the childs well-being), but let's face it. I'm a full-blown basketcase. Since I lack the know-how(o perhaps it's sheer laziness) to regulate myself (chemically), it stands to reason that I(once again)must become reliant upon an anecdote. God I'm parenthesis happy.
In other news, my beau and I celebrate our anniversary this weekend. Out of our time together, what've I to show for it?! 2 years of my life and heartaches. Way to go. And the fucking shit of it all is that I'll be guilt-tripped for 'suckerpunching' him into splurging for this so-called special occassion.
I NEED to get outta here.
For now, I'll load my CD changer up with some heady, euphoric techno and lose myself in it's atmospheric tone. The way I usually do when I'm aching for escape.
Ignore the typo-s. I'm NOT spell-checking.
I love and MISS the hell outta yas...promise to share more when I've the time at my disposal....oh, what a rarity that is...
~~~TheLightersideofDemonmania~~