Apparently PMS really does exist. I always thought it was an urban legend justifying bitchy behavior. Now being off of the pill (I know TMI. deal with it), I am highly aware of mine and it's kind of fun. It's like getting a sneak peek into the life of a bipolar.
And just in case I wasn't aware of my mood swings, my new GBF has thrown crumpled up post-it notes over my cubicle spelling out "TAKE", "YOUR", "MIDOL". I think it's revenge for the post-its I put all over his cube stating things like "you smell funny", "you are too gay to function" and "smile! it could always be worse". Or maybe it was me snapping that I did not want to be serenaded the entire goddamn Dirty Dancing soundtrack during my smoke break. Trust me, I am not having the time of my life. 
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Premenstrual
Posted by .Nicotine.Queen. at 11:18 AM
Labels: Flying off the tirades is not just a mountain in Africa
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4 comments:
heh. do i ever know how you feel. LOL
Every Woman has a right to Her feelings, PMS or no PMS and it's Her prerogative to mention it, NEVER, EVER his!
Men, being very simple creatures with about one hormone circulating, simply have no right to pass judgment upon the amazing and complex Female being, who has to deal with the legion of hormones that are required to maintain that complexity.
I appreciate the act of defending my honor, but he really was just kidding.
We have a very goofy friendship where it's ok for him to do that and it is ok for me to tell him to calm down, his wings are showing.
Those are the very best kinds of friendships!
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