bionicfemme

Rampant PMS is wracking my nerves at this point in time. You know in Jurassic Park when that T-Rex like, eats the upper half of some screaming man in an outhouse?

Ok, that's me.

I am raging fury right now and hit a distinct good 15 minutes where I hated virtually:
The way i'm gay
Foolishly romantic
Hopelessly idealistic
Talk too much
My fat ass
The city in which I live
School
Anything about me in general except my writing
(and then I hated the writer's block)
The English Canon and the people who selected it
The fact that in 21 years the only person who officially called me their girlfriend was a drag queen who cheated on me with like 5 obese women anyway

So basically I can think of no cure except to wait for a huge ass pepperoni and olive pizza I just ordered and gorge myself on grease and cruelly made meat by-products which will just further my downward descent into fatness and thereby setting me back from looking like ANY of the women I have ever wanted to look like but well,

you know.