Wednesday, January 12, 2011

I hate this part right here

Sometimes being a woman is a bitch (thank you! I'll be here all week). I am in the middle of a seriously heinous bout of PMS.

I'm restless.

I'm irritable.

Nothing fits me right.

I'm tired, but I haven't been sleeping well.

I'm lonely, but don't want to be around people.

And I'm hungry...for everything.

Take all of that, wrap it up, and stamp a big ol' PMS on it. Even Jeremy recognizes what's going down..which would explain all the cowering he's been doing. Ha, just kidding. I managed to stay away from the vending machine today, but barely. That snickers bar was calling my name...loudly.

I just want to curl up in bed, with extra blankets, my kindle, my Lola, endless episodes of Bones, and Ben & Jerry's ice cream (lots of it).


  1. I swear I could eat a vending machine right now. Not just the contents, but the whole damn thing, metal and all. Too much fucking effort to mess with coins or unwrapping anything.

  2. I am right there with ya, sister! Pass the ice cream, please!