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I am so irritated right at this moment and I don't neccesarily know why. Partly it's because I'm on my period and these kind of unexplainable mood swings are WAY common, especially in my case.
I am irritated that I am being fidgety and I keep cracking my knuckles and ankles so much that they are beginning to hurt.
When my mom talks, I want to ram my head into a brick wall.
All I want is a cigarette and maybe a shower, definately in that order, and to stop being so stressed out.
I want my mother to stop watching Dancing with the Stars and yelling at me that so-and-so is dancing while giving me a play by play from the other room. If I hear ONE MORE goddamn disco song and the unneccesarily loud voice of my mother relaying all the details, I am going to kill myself.
Nah, I'm just doing that female thing where I over-dramatize everything.
And plus, A.C. Slater is pretty much a babe and I can't deny that it is a very nice experience to watch him wear tight clothing and dance his little hispanic heart out. I got a thing for the brown boys. Green card, anyone?
I am irritated that I am being fidgety and I keep cracking my knuckles and ankles so much that they are beginning to hurt.
When my mom talks, I want to ram my head into a brick wall.
All I want is a cigarette and maybe a shower, definately in that order, and to stop being so stressed out.
I want my mother to stop watching Dancing with the Stars and yelling at me that so-and-so is dancing while giving me a play by play from the other room. If I hear ONE MORE goddamn disco song and the unneccesarily loud voice of my mother relaying all the details, I am going to kill myself.
Nah, I'm just doing that female thing where I over-dramatize everything.
And plus, A.C. Slater is pretty much a babe and I can't deny that it is a very nice experience to watch him wear tight clothing and dance his little hispanic heart out. I got a thing for the brown boys. Green card, anyone?