Tuesday, October 16th, 2007
boooooom!
I thought, since I hadn’t written this in a while I would write about something that is neither elucidative to my current activities nor of much entertaining value, but I feel entirely necessary at this juncture.
PMT is an evil evil curse of womanhood. And mine all builds up into one day of concenrated irrationality, frustration, sulkiness and general aggrevation. If you have never been afflicted by this anomaly, you undoubtably have no sympathy nor understanding of the inescapable torture and helplessness that plagues us.
It’s not even any use when you recognise the cause of your symptoms. It’s like butterflies in your stomach when you’re nervous - knowing why just seems to make it worse!
so, gragrgaggraraahahahhaaaaa….!!! Laughing at myself is the only positive thing I seem to be able to do; Physical activity just frustrates me (I should be able to do this better dammit!), reading emails is a whole world of exciting and fanatastical interpretation (oooh, that remark was just brimming with underlying arrogance… I must reply in similar patronising manner…. oh no.) - yeah, replying to emails? making intelligable phone calls? forget it!
This is why I think women should never be in political power! Imagine if I had the power right now just to bomb the hell out of some arrogant fucker who had (in my irrational state of being) insulted my capabilities in my work… booooom!!!! hahahahahahhaahha sucks to be you mister!
