I normally don’t talk about “woman troubles” here.
I think that was by design
but some days… some days I just have to say what I need to say.
to get off my chest what is bothering me
be it real or imaginary…
or maybe just intensely amplified.
You know what I’m saying?
Yeah… you know what I’m saying.
If you don’t suffer from the horrible ill effects of fluctuating hormones messing up your mind.heart.soul then you know someone who does…
Yes. Just fucking say yes before I shiv your ass.
We all on the same page?
Good. Thank you. I was about to start tearing up. Like when I was watching SpongeBob SquarePants earlier with K… and I started to get a little misty.
Or when Mr. Kaos, that evil sonofabitch, told me the house smelled like fish.
(it soooo smells like fish because we cooked some fish that smelled like fish… sucks. But he didn’t have to tell me. I already know it smells like fish… I’ve been febreezing the hell out of everything. I’ve got the vinegar out and the incense… it’s a burning)
What was I saying?
Oh.. yeah. I’m just not right in the head right now.
I can’t wait for the next 24ish hours to pass…
maybe I should self medicate?