The Rising Tide
I suppose I've been feeling a lot better lately. Better than I was when I last updated, at least.
I started on birth control this past Sunday, I can feel my body trying to adjust to the shit. I can feel my moods aren't quite where they should be, which for me is usually somewhere in the 'calm and mellow' category. But ever since my panic attacks have awakened from their slightly dormant state, I've been feeling very on edge. Like I could either burst into tears or flip out and tear someone a new asshole at the drop of a dime. Either way, it's not something I'm used to. I really do try to keep from letting my temper get the best of me, but with my hormones getting all wonky and shit cause of BC and whatev, I feel like it's only gonna get worse.
Ooohhh and once the actual crimson tide shows up? It's gonna be baaaaaad. I know it is because I don't really enjoy the sight of my OWN blood, especially 'gina blood, so seeing the spotting won't send me into hysterics like seeing the full on tide will. Everytime I change my tampon, there will be a 75% chance that I'll freak out and start crying just because I'm a fucked up ball of intrigue and disgust when it comes to the menstruation cycle. I've seen what it looks like from the INSIDE. Oh yes, my friends, there are ladies out there who for informative/educational purposes have posted a day by day pictorial thingy of the cycle from the inside. Nothing like a small camera all up in your cervix's face. It really is interesting, but so gross at the same time. But it's my curiosity and interest that come together in a one-two combo and override my disgust. I'm one of those people where I just can't stop looking, no matter how grossed out I am, i.e. I'm a champ when it comes to watching hot trainwreck mess XD
I've had a craving for crabcakes for a while now. Too broke to do anything about it. I wish that Chesapeake Crab place was still in the Markethouse downtown, they made a BANGIN' ass crabcake sandwich. It was simple, the way a crabcake sammich should be - lettuce, tomato, some sauce, on a nice buttery kaiser roll. But their crabcake was fucking superb, in my opinion. I'm pretty sure I jizzed in my pants a few times while eating one.
Last little nugget of wisdom I'll share before I flee to the bathroom - You already kinda fail at life if your name is Jim Bob. Everything else is just result of the Snowball Effect.
I started on birth control this past Sunday, I can feel my body trying to adjust to the shit. I can feel my moods aren't quite where they should be, which for me is usually somewhere in the 'calm and mellow' category. But ever since my panic attacks have awakened from their slightly dormant state, I've been feeling very on edge. Like I could either burst into tears or flip out and tear someone a new asshole at the drop of a dime. Either way, it's not something I'm used to. I really do try to keep from letting my temper get the best of me, but with my hormones getting all wonky and shit cause of BC and whatev, I feel like it's only gonna get worse.
Ooohhh and once the actual crimson tide shows up? It's gonna be baaaaaad. I know it is because I don't really enjoy the sight of my OWN blood, especially 'gina blood, so seeing the spotting won't send me into hysterics like seeing the full on tide will. Everytime I change my tampon, there will be a 75% chance that I'll freak out and start crying just because I'm a fucked up ball of intrigue and disgust when it comes to the menstruation cycle. I've seen what it looks like from the INSIDE. Oh yes, my friends, there are ladies out there who for informative/educational purposes have posted a day by day pictorial thingy of the cycle from the inside. Nothing like a small camera all up in your cervix's face. It really is interesting, but so gross at the same time. But it's my curiosity and interest that come together in a one-two combo and override my disgust. I'm one of those people where I just can't stop looking, no matter how grossed out I am, i.e. I'm a champ when it comes to watching hot trainwreck mess XD
I've had a craving for crabcakes for a while now. Too broke to do anything about it. I wish that Chesapeake Crab place was still in the Markethouse downtown, they made a BANGIN' ass crabcake sandwich. It was simple, the way a crabcake sammich should be - lettuce, tomato, some sauce, on a nice buttery kaiser roll. But their crabcake was fucking superb, in my opinion. I'm pretty sure I jizzed in my pants a few times while eating one.
Last little nugget of wisdom I'll share before I flee to the bathroom - You already kinda fail at life if your name is Jim Bob. Everything else is just result of the Snowball Effect.