FYI: TMI
Cindy was joking the other day, "isn't it time for your hormonal posts?"
NO YOU FUCKING BITCH I AM NEVER EVER HORMONAL HOW FUCK YOU FUCKING DARE TO SUGGEST SOMETHING SO BASE, SO BENEATH ME, GAH I WILL CUT YOU.
Then I calmed down. Because I'm not hormonal.
Except, this month I'm seriously not. You see, I put my ass on the pill. Because, as it turns out, I am not altogether a big fan of temper tantrums, and sudden abrupt emotional swings. Crying, border line suicidal? Yeah, totally not my gig. I fucking hate crying and if I'm going down fuck if I'm not taking out 20 random mother fuckers with me. This applies to old age. If old age is going to kill me I'm going to take out a bunch of young kids before I go, just to balance out the universe and all.
The good news about the pill? So far I have not attempted to cut anyone this month merely for breathing.
Nice. I would count that as an improvement.
Downside?
Constant nausea, my weight initially went up two pounds, but is back down to normal currently, blah blah X, aka too gross to mention, and... and...
the other day while changing I notice the Irishman is totally targeting my boobs. It's freakishly direct. I move one way, I move the other, it's as if they're a circus act and the ring leader's just inserted his head into the lions mouth. What. The. Fuck?
"Your boobs are bigger."
I count this as a downside because they're super sensitive, I can't tell the difference, and now I have a grown man constantly attached to them.
NO YOU FUCKING BITCH I AM NEVER EVER HORMONAL HOW FUCK YOU FUCKING DARE TO SUGGEST SOMETHING SO BASE, SO BENEATH ME, GAH I WILL CUT YOU.
Then I calmed down. Because I'm not hormonal.
Except, this month I'm seriously not. You see, I put my ass on the pill. Because, as it turns out, I am not altogether a big fan of temper tantrums, and sudden abrupt emotional swings. Crying, border line suicidal? Yeah, totally not my gig. I fucking hate crying and if I'm going down fuck if I'm not taking out 20 random mother fuckers with me. This applies to old age. If old age is going to kill me I'm going to take out a bunch of young kids before I go, just to balance out the universe and all.
The good news about the pill? So far I have not attempted to cut anyone this month merely for breathing.
Nice. I would count that as an improvement.
Downside?
Constant nausea, my weight initially went up two pounds, but is back down to normal currently, blah blah X, aka too gross to mention, and... and...
the other day while changing I notice the Irishman is totally targeting my boobs. It's freakishly direct. I move one way, I move the other, it's as if they're a circus act and the ring leader's just inserted his head into the lions mouth. What. The. Fuck?
"Your boobs are bigger."
I count this as a downside because they're super sensitive, I can't tell the difference, and now I have a grown man constantly attached to them.
In reading your last to post you have artfully captured the essence of the bitch and moan. :)
Posted by
Kapt Krazy |
6:03 PM
I would love to be attached to tits.
Posted by
Anonymous |
2:08 AM
KK- Hah! umm, I like bitching and moaning. People usually just give in to make me shut up. It's awesome!
K- Oh, the Irishman definitely counts it as a GOOD side effect.
Posted by
TerraT |
3:02 PM