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Frickin' hormones. Don't know whether I want to punch something, cry, or kiss someone. PMS, we hates it, precioussss. But we will eventually has to learn to manage it without medication. :/ And at least we has an excuse for feeling bitchy and judgemental. Rar rar rar. Think I will go punch some bread dough, then look at pictures of fuzzy kittens and pretty flowers until things make more sense.
Also, La Fin du Monde is truly an excellent beer, but it has one heck of a kick. After one 12oz. bottle, I am currently about as drunk as I care to get. And while this is somewhat justified by the simple fact that Mondays suck, I think perhaps nine-point beer is best reserved for the weekends in future!
Also, La Fin du Monde is truly an excellent beer, but it has one heck of a kick. After one 12oz. bottle, I am currently about as drunk as I care to get. And while this is somewhat justified by the simple fact that Mondays suck, I think perhaps nine-point beer is best reserved for the weekends in future!