rant, bitch, complain. dont blame it on me, blame it on PMS.
todays day [or should i say yesterdays day, since it is122 in the am?] but anyhoo, either way, it just wasnt happenin.
once again i say, PMS is the fcuking devil.
am i on someones shit list or am i just paying to much attention to detail? seems like everyday for the past week, there has been at least one thing to ruin my day. its like i'm under a voodoo spell. or someone has a voodoo spell put on me. either way, i'm cursed. today had to have been the shitiest. no wait, knock on wood. because there is still tomorrow. or i mean the latter part of today.
todays shit.
12pm-i wake up 2 hours later then i'm supposed to. i planned on waking at 10am to try and melt away my extra baggage, but ironically i was lazy and decided to sleep in. so much for moving into overdrive. i started off my day wrong and in a fcuked up mood.
2pm-i head out to feed my screaming stomach. in and out, its so bad for you, but it taste soo good. i was really impatient, which is wayy away from me. usually i find some way to wiggle out of boredum. but today, i just wasnt havin it.
around 330pm-i'm at work. and already its a shit day. i'm having cramps and stomach pain. 4pm hits, and i'm clocked in. thank goodness for bitchin managers! [bitchin as in fcuking awesome] if it werent for them, i wouldnt know how i could toler8 work. as always, dana [one of the bitchin managers] checked up on my [i guess you could say] mood status. apparently i was wearing my <3 on my sleeve b/c she asked if i was okay, in the kind of tone as if she was asking "whats wrong?" i told her i was okay, but cramps were kickin my ass. shes so much of a sweet<3 that she let me take a few minutes off work to run across the street to buy me some pain killers. now tell me, what manager would let their employee do that?! you could tell shes a very empathetic person. thanks to her, the cramps were murdered by advil. unfortunately, my bad mood wasnt wisked away with the literal pain. i felt very self-concious today. my ego wasnt kickin ass like it usually does, so the whole time at work, i questioned myself as to why i cant be as pretty as that girl or as thin as that girl. although closing wasnt a bitch today, the work day ended in hell. lets just say that there are real jerks out there in the world. he was the worst asshole i've ever encountered my whole life so far. and i didnt even know his name. geeze. if only the world were a utopia! thank goodness tomorrow is a day off from jerks and perverts.
after work-i buy myself a treat, since i'm the only one right now who could make myself happy. strawberry cheesecake and rock road ice cream is the shit. then off to home, where i am now bitching and complaining about the shitiest day of the week so far.
but who can blame me? if you were PMS-ing it as bad as i am now, you'd understand the reason for my non-sense impractical bullshit. fcuk. if only one day guys could experience the pleasures of mood swings, cramps, and cravings. that would be the day pigs could fly or elephants could jump. i'm in a depressed state right now. and how could i tell? i dont enjoy living right now [for no particularly good reason] and the usual things that comfort or persuade me away from being so blue arent working or making my heart drum. geeze. i want to go back to happy cat. i cant even psyche myself into a happy mood like i normally do when i'm out of it. piss fcuking shit. why do my hormones have to mess so mischiviously with my mood?! caracass. i'm done with this entry. it was nothing but bullshit bitchin [and the bad kind of bitchin] anyway.
*crossing fingers and hoping for better days*
<3xo,
catalina
once again i say, PMS is the fcuking devil.
am i on someones shit list or am i just paying to much attention to detail? seems like everyday for the past week, there has been at least one thing to ruin my day. its like i'm under a voodoo spell. or someone has a voodoo spell put on me. either way, i'm cursed. today had to have been the shitiest. no wait, knock on wood. because there is still tomorrow. or i mean the latter part of today.
todays shit.
12pm-i wake up 2 hours later then i'm supposed to. i planned on waking at 10am to try and melt away my extra baggage, but ironically i was lazy and decided to sleep in. so much for moving into overdrive. i started off my day wrong and in a fcuked up mood.
2pm-i head out to feed my screaming stomach. in and out, its so bad for you, but it taste soo good. i was really impatient, which is wayy away from me. usually i find some way to wiggle out of boredum. but today, i just wasnt havin it.
around 330pm-i'm at work. and already its a shit day. i'm having cramps and stomach pain. 4pm hits, and i'm clocked in. thank goodness for bitchin managers! [bitchin as in fcuking awesome] if it werent for them, i wouldnt know how i could toler8 work. as always, dana [one of the bitchin managers] checked up on my [i guess you could say] mood status. apparently i was wearing my <3 on my sleeve b/c she asked if i was okay, in the kind of tone as if she was asking "whats wrong?" i told her i was okay, but cramps were kickin my ass. shes so much of a sweet<3 that she let me take a few minutes off work to run across the street to buy me some pain killers. now tell me, what manager would let their employee do that?! you could tell shes a very empathetic person. thanks to her, the cramps were murdered by advil. unfortunately, my bad mood wasnt wisked away with the literal pain. i felt very self-concious today. my ego wasnt kickin ass like it usually does, so the whole time at work, i questioned myself as to why i cant be as pretty as that girl or as thin as that girl. although closing wasnt a bitch today, the work day ended in hell. lets just say that there are real jerks out there in the world. he was the worst asshole i've ever encountered my whole life so far. and i didnt even know his name. geeze. if only the world were a utopia! thank goodness tomorrow is a day off from jerks and perverts.
after work-i buy myself a treat, since i'm the only one right now who could make myself happy. strawberry cheesecake and rock road ice cream is the shit. then off to home, where i am now bitching and complaining about the shitiest day of the week so far.
but who can blame me? if you were PMS-ing it as bad as i am now, you'd understand the reason for my non-sense impractical bullshit. fcuk. if only one day guys could experience the pleasures of mood swings, cramps, and cravings. that would be the day pigs could fly or elephants could jump. i'm in a depressed state right now. and how could i tell? i dont enjoy living right now [for no particularly good reason] and the usual things that comfort or persuade me away from being so blue arent working or making my heart drum. geeze. i want to go back to happy cat. i cant even psyche myself into a happy mood like i normally do when i'm out of it. piss fcuking shit. why do my hormones have to mess so mischiviously with my mood?! caracass. i'm done with this entry. it was nothing but bullshit bitchin [and the bad kind of bitchin] anyway.
*crossing fingers and hoping for better days*
<3xo,
catalina