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"this time of the month," as they call it, always finds my mind like a little sailboat tossed in the stormy sea of female hormones. i woke up this morning feeling hopeful and optimistic for the first time in months. i took on two mildly ambitious kitchen projects. by the afternoon i wanted to fall asleep standing (and I hadn't even begun those projects). by the evening one of my projects had failed due to my impatience, and i felt like chucking it and myself out the window. the sounds of the tv and kenny's cell phone game and my dog's squeak toy were all grating my nerves to the point where i had to leave the room.
now, as is usual for this particular time, i sit and fantasize about the future and worry that i won't achieve any of the things i've dreamed about. i'm afraid of a wasted life.
on a side note, i'm so FUCKING SICK of "reality" shows on every fucking channel. the constructed drama, the douchebag "contestants" and "judges" who all take themselves too seriously, the way the video and audio are edited to create characters and give certain impressions. i'm just sick of tv. i hate it. it makes me fucking angry and i'd rather not have it in my house, period. ARGH.
now, as is usual for this particular time, i sit and fantasize about the future and worry that i won't achieve any of the things i've dreamed about. i'm afraid of a wasted life.
on a side note, i'm so FUCKING SICK of "reality" shows on every fucking channel. the constructed drama, the douchebag "contestants" and "judges" who all take themselves too seriously, the way the video and audio are edited to create characters and give certain impressions. i'm just sick of tv. i hate it. it makes me fucking angry and i'd rather not have it in my house, period. ARGH.