Cyndi over at Run Roll Repeat calls her lady time "shark week" and I agree this is an apt description.
Anyway, I thought I was losing my mucking find and my pills weren't working any more it turns out it's just lady time and I'm psycho now because I have given birth. PMS seems to change when you have children. Now I can expect to be bat shit crazy once a month! Like I need that mess.
Here is how I figured it out:
I texted my mom that I was sad some internet troll discovered from my loud, annoying laugh that I am a fattie. I am not sure if it's because it was true that it hurt my feelings or what, because I know I am fat, I know I have a loud annoying laugh, and this isn't even the worst troll comment I've ever gotten. I was called a cunt and a stupid bitch just the week before- and I laughed in my loud, annoying laugh at those. So WTF pms.
Insanity moment #2:
I cried when Boromir died. Yes, Boromir, Son of Gondor... from Lord of the Rings.
Heaven forbid I cry over something useful.
Third time's the charm:
I cried over the dead roses on my counter top. Not because the flowers were dead, but because I had to throw them away.
I know. I'm looking for my Xanax. I can't seem to find it.
I'm about to go off the deep end and just order a cinna pie from one of the pizza joints around here and tell them to just hold the pie and give me all the hot jizzy frosting because that is all I am going to eat out of it anyway.
It's hot cum is what it is. Cinnabon, anyone?