If you really loved me you'd come take me out for sushi for lunch or dinner tonight.
Actually you'd probably stay away as I have terrible cramps and generally filled with loathing for every thing in the universe.
I wonder if the PMS contributed to the excessive tattoo pain?
I woke up bleeding this morning. Saying I hate being a girl isn't enough. Guys have no equivalent horror to even make a comparison with. I just want to be a crass, awful bitch all day. Sadly I have to be at least a bit professional, so all I have is here as my space to be horrible in until I get home.
I'm supposed to go to a show tonight, that will surely be awesome and I should be very excited about. I'm not sure I can manage enough of an attitude adjustment through out the day to even bother to attend. Ugh. I hate feeling like this. Just being angry makes me feel like I might burst into tears. HATE
February 25, 2008 at 3:19 pm
I'll have sushi with you whenever! Sundays are great, and I just found that great place on Charlotte Pike.
um i'm not yet ready to commit to 'love', but i am very fond of you! 😉 let's celebrate with maguro!
February 25, 2008 at 5:34 pm
I so feel the injustice of men having nothing equal to the consistent annoyance of the period. And if they EVER make the mistake of mentioning that I might be PMSy, they will draw back nubs where their tongue used to be.
February 25, 2008 at 7:05 pm
I hear you and feel your pain. My thoughts exactly.
February 26, 2008 at 11:20 am
Yay! Maguro! Ginger! Unagi! Maybe next week? This week we MIGHT be having a thing at our house, also I have to pick Hols up from the airport.
February 26, 2008 at 11:21 am
Ahahha! Yes, indeed.
February 26, 2008 at 11:22 am
Yes, it's such injustice, too much thinking on it sure to send me into stabbity rage, especially during the gross in justice of it.
February 26, 2008 at 11:37 am
The phrase, stabbity rage, is precious. Gracias.