May 19, 2007 12:36
I feel like I'm being repeatedly stabbed in the uterus with a rusty fork. My doll STILL hasn't arrived in the mail yet, (although my dress did, so that's not so bad) and I'm really hungry.
I need some Gatorade, a cheese danish and a bag of Reese's Pieces, or I'm going to tear out somebody's eyes in a PMS-induced rage.