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fictionaldogs love me, this time of the month.
they chase me around frantically, nose magnetically attracted to my nether parts. i can never figure out if they want to eat me alive, or just sprinkle themselves in a cloud of eau de bloody crotch.
i know, i know. that was probably tmi.
i'm hormonal. deal.
i had the most terrible day yesterday.
trying to star gaze for an astronomy assignment, and not being able to find anything. pleiades? what pleiades? i couldn't even find the damn big dipper. of course it turns cloudy tonight. not sure how that's going to work out. i had loads of french homework and a bengali test (which will be later today, hopefully i will do well...can't stand this language thing)
and to put the icing on the cake, i got yelled at by the boss of bosses, for being on IM's. which, when i think of all i put up with in this job, makes me so furious i want to spit. i thought i might throw a computer at his head. perhaps i will do that on my last day, which will, please the gods, be very soon. just as soon as my hours for the theater start. i'm at work now, of course. sigh.
and cramps. which continue into today, tearing pains layered with a nice ever-present dull ache.
they chase me around frantically, nose magnetically attracted to my nether parts. i can never figure out if they want to eat me alive, or just sprinkle themselves in a cloud of eau de bloody crotch.
i know, i know. that was probably tmi.
i'm hormonal. deal.
i had the most terrible day yesterday.
trying to star gaze for an astronomy assignment, and not being able to find anything. pleiades? what pleiades? i couldn't even find the damn big dipper. of course it turns cloudy tonight. not sure how that's going to work out. i had loads of french homework and a bengali test (which will be later today, hopefully i will do well...can't stand this language thing)
and to put the icing on the cake, i got yelled at by the boss of bosses, for being on IM's. which, when i think of all i put up with in this job, makes me so furious i want to spit. i thought i might throw a computer at his head. perhaps i will do that on my last day, which will, please the gods, be very soon. just as soon as my hours for the theater start. i'm at work now, of course. sigh.
and cramps. which continue into today, tearing pains layered with a nice ever-present dull ache.
