if you can't say something nice, blog about it.
i've intentionally avoided posting anything since last week because anything i say will undoubtedly sound like this: whine whine whine and then more whining (see below). because pms is here again! it's infiltrating every aspect of my existence and making me hate everything. i'm thinking i should mostly avoid spreading this particular type of love, much like one should avoid spreading colds or, say, herpes. please.
pms makes me remember all the bad things and totally forget the good. as if there is any good. so in the spirit of unhappy pms-dom, where i'm currently hanging out, here is a recap of the last week:
wednesday: class made me want to cry and the resulting unhappiness forced me to eat a huge piece of cake. cake=good. class=bad. people=bad. life=bad.
thursday: in a moment of stupidity and love for our old ass wood kitchen floor, i decided to clean the entire floor by hand with a sponge. and special wood cleaner stuff. this was stupid of me only because of what happened on sunday.
friday: otherwise known as the day i realized i put a 37 cent stamp on our property tax bill when i mailed it last week, instead of a new first class/39 cent stamp. a half hour of sobbing ensued.
saturday: superb annoyance mitigated by alvin being truly nice and helpful. normally i'm all about the niceness but sometimes he's so nice that i don't know what to do about it. i'm like, quit being so freaking nice! i can't deal with it! do something bad! you see, the niceness and pms are completely incompatible so it confuses me.
sunday: there was rain, and there were dogs, and there was mud, and my pretty kitchen floor is no more.
monday & tuesday: i sat in class and pretended to pay attention but really i thought about the sekrit lives of the other students, including this one dude i have class with who totally reminds me of strong sad. he looks like him, and, most notably, he sounds like him--it's so not a good thing. and since i'm completely paranoid that someone i go to school with is going to read this, i will refrain from saying anything more.
next week: an update full of happiness, promise.
pms makes me remember all the bad things and totally forget the good. as if there is any good. so in the spirit of unhappy pms-dom, where i'm currently hanging out, here is a recap of the last week:
wednesday: class made me want to cry and the resulting unhappiness forced me to eat a huge piece of cake. cake=good. class=bad. people=bad. life=bad.
thursday: in a moment of stupidity and love for our old ass wood kitchen floor, i decided to clean the entire floor by hand with a sponge. and special wood cleaner stuff. this was stupid of me only because of what happened on sunday.
friday: otherwise known as the day i realized i put a 37 cent stamp on our property tax bill when i mailed it last week, instead of a new first class/39 cent stamp. a half hour of sobbing ensued.
saturday: superb annoyance mitigated by alvin being truly nice and helpful. normally i'm all about the niceness but sometimes he's so nice that i don't know what to do about it. i'm like, quit being so freaking nice! i can't deal with it! do something bad! you see, the niceness and pms are completely incompatible so it confuses me.
sunday: there was rain, and there were dogs, and there was mud, and my pretty kitchen floor is no more.
monday & tuesday: i sat in class and pretended to pay attention but really i thought about the sekrit lives of the other students, including this one dude i have class with who totally reminds me of strong sad. he looks like him, and, most notably, he sounds like him--it's so not a good thing. and since i'm completely paranoid that someone i go to school with is going to read this, i will refrain from saying anything more.
next week: an update full of happiness, promise.
posted by sarah at 1:47 PM
10 Comments:
love love love the new blog! especially your new header--and the picture. you're smiling!
and yeah, pms deserves a category of its own. so does drunk blogging. maybe drunk pms blogging, too. :)
i'll update your blog link on my page.
if you people aren't reading my blog then i'm totally off the hook!
and unloved. obviously unloved. ;)
awww, sweet. there's the love!
hint, hint (LINDA)
i like prozac substitute!
you could call it "blunk and drogging" or "drogging blunk". not sure if that's obvious enough,
though i would be amused. :)
well OF COURSE you sound too lushy! that's the fun part!!! it makes you sound like a too lushy college student, and i almost included a caveat saying so in my last comment but decided against it. i'm helpful, aren't i? :)
martini moments has a nicer, more sophisticated ring to it. less lush-like.
perfect!
Awww. :( I hope having lunch at least made you somewhat happer.
Okay, the dude who looks like Strong Sad---that's depressing.
However, if I had just cleaned the kitched floor by hand and mud ruined it, I would be bawling as well.
I have PMS too. I'll all puffy and uncomfortable--like I need to fart, but can't. Ugh!
lunch did make me happier--especially when you said food makes you cry. that was hilarious. :)
i don't understand why there's not a cure for pms--at least one that doesn't include lots of chocolate and sleeping.
For a while they were prescribing Prozac for PMS but then realized that some of the initial side effects were similar to PMS, so it didn't exactly catch on.
yeah, there's a drug called sarafem used to treat PMDD, and it's a lower than normal dose of prozac.
i didn't know that about the side effects though. that's just sad.
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