PMS

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

I hate being that girl that talks in excess about her moon cycle. I don't think I'm there yet but this is a warning. I'm having a hormonal crisis these last couple of days. I feel like a crazy person. I have the urge to decapitate anyone who pisses me off or does something stupid. The bagger at Safeway that put my steak in with the veggies--BEWARE! All I crave is meat and chocolate. I settled for a steak (medium rare, of course), but I really want blood sausage (WTF!). Who craves blood sausage, ever? I don't even know where to purchase such an item.

To top it all off I recieved an e-mail from my ex that contained a veiled ultimatium. In short it said that the trip that we were planning as friends has turned into: If you still come on this trip it means that you are still interested in me (romanticly). F*^%K! The ex is pitting my "friendship" with him against my love for wine and the fun of being drunk at 3pm. Apparently, he has a wish for bodily harm, dismemberment and/or a drowning in fermentation vat. I am seething.

I just thought of the most delicious plan. Agree to go on trip and bring along a new or old boy toy. Today, I feel just evil enough to do it.

Damn this steak is good. Tastes a little like revenge.