a serving of a pair of balls, with a shot of testosterone on the side

i really dislike being a chick
i go from being super duper fucking happy to crappy in less than one second
i go to bed grumpy and wake up happy
i know that ive committed enough sins in my short span on earth
but dammit, god is really spiting me at the moment
he picks about 4 days a month to be very malicious towards me

i can eat a horse
ill cry over the fact that my hair won't grow any faster
ill bitch that its 5pm when there really isnt much i can do about it
ill plan the death of someone over a nasty look that they've given me
ill stab someone verbally over something so miniscule, ill laugh about it whilst stabbing them
i dont laugh
i dont smile
i dont like being social
and my small pathetic ability to be sympathetic is upped to being non-existent

im going into isolation from the outside world this whole week
and it does kinda help considering im already broke
and it does kinda help considering i have 4 gigs worth of tv to watch at home

boo to being so sensitive to my hormones
i really wish i had a pair of balls
i swear, everything would be made so much easier
i would be so cut throat i swear

even if i accepted this whole hormonal thing,
i would much prefer to even feel motherly and cry over puppies and weddings and buy laura ashley bedsheets *hee hee germz*
rather than feel like im going to turn into a serial killer at any given moment

anyhoo, not much i can do either than to bitch and whine
so take note of when these kinda posts are coming and and start avoiding me based on this 31 day cycle :)

xL