yes, i'm a bitch.
you know what.
i hate hormones, but on the other side of the token, i love pms because i am a heartless bitch without any regard for other people's feelings.
but at the same time, i just want someone other than myself to spend 12 hours lying down with me and snuggling me to death.
but that's not going to happen either.
anyway.
i'm about to throttle the next person that speaks, and i have a good mind to just ream out the next person that dares to look at me or ask me a question. thank you, thank you, thank you PMS. i like the ability to easily scare people away. but, once again, on the other side of the token, the sounds people make when they eat make me want to punch them, and everytime someone hums i seriously think about dropkicking them and then pick them up and throw them through the nearest wall.
but it's okay that i'm a bitch, i guess, because as steve says, "i'm a dick and she's a bitch." it works out. ha. :)
i'd like to take a nap, i'm cold and hot, and i think i'm having an allergy attack of sorts. everything is too bright and confusing. noises are giving me a headache and my sinuses are going to explode. i want to spend five or six hours in peace and quiet maybe considering something to write about. kat's pulling her hair out beside me, i'm kind of waiting for the day she gets up to go to bed and there's a small pile of hair on my pillow. then i'm gonna put it in her food when she wakes up in the morning. ha. hahahaha. hahaaha.
not to mention, steve and john duff have been playing wii sports resort archery since i got home three hours ago.
why is that still exciting 2 hours and 55 minutes after you start? i don't know.
i want a cigarette, but i feel like my brains about to explode and my lungs seize and burn when i breathe. my eyes are watery and my head is soupy, and foggy. like.. .a pea soup fog headache., :D
i just want a bar of chocolate, a box of midol, some sudafed, and a handgun.
GREETINGS FROM SCENIC NEW HAMPSHIRE.
i hate hormones, but on the other side of the token, i love pms because i am a heartless bitch without any regard for other people's feelings.
but at the same time, i just want someone other than myself to spend 12 hours lying down with me and snuggling me to death.
but that's not going to happen either.
anyway.
i'm about to throttle the next person that speaks, and i have a good mind to just ream out the next person that dares to look at me or ask me a question. thank you, thank you, thank you PMS. i like the ability to easily scare people away. but, once again, on the other side of the token, the sounds people make when they eat make me want to punch them, and everytime someone hums i seriously think about dropkicking them and then pick them up and throw them through the nearest wall.
but it's okay that i'm a bitch, i guess, because as steve says, "i'm a dick and she's a bitch." it works out. ha. :)
i'd like to take a nap, i'm cold and hot, and i think i'm having an allergy attack of sorts. everything is too bright and confusing. noises are giving me a headache and my sinuses are going to explode. i want to spend five or six hours in peace and quiet maybe considering something to write about. kat's pulling her hair out beside me, i'm kind of waiting for the day she gets up to go to bed and there's a small pile of hair on my pillow. then i'm gonna put it in her food when she wakes up in the morning. ha. hahahaha. hahaaha.
not to mention, steve and john duff have been playing wii sports resort archery since i got home three hours ago.
why is that still exciting 2 hours and 55 minutes after you start? i don't know.
i want a cigarette, but i feel like my brains about to explode and my lungs seize and burn when i breathe. my eyes are watery and my head is soupy, and foggy. like.. .a pea soup fog headache., :D
i just want a bar of chocolate, a box of midol, some sudafed, and a handgun.
GREETINGS FROM SCENIC NEW HAMPSHIRE.