Therapist: “You seem irritable and agitated.”
Me: “Yup.”
Therapist: “Are you getting your period soon?”
Me: “JESUS, WHO ARE YOU– ERIC?!?!”
(silence)
Me: “Yeah I’m getting it tomorrow.”
Therapist: “You seem irritable and agitated.”
Me: “Yup.”
Therapist: “Are you getting your period soon?”
Me: “JESUS, WHO ARE YOU– ERIC?!?!”
(silence)
Me: “Yeah I’m getting it tomorrow.”
Dear Society,
So. Free-bleeding is a goal now? I was unaware of this. I feel so stupid. All this time I could have been lying upside down in a chair feeling fabulous.
Next time tell me, so I don’t have to find out on Facebook.
Emily
What. Goes. ON.
No cravings whatsoever.
I’ve been accused of being moody, but I really don’t think it’s too much to ask that everyone stay out of my damn way when I’m PMSing, when it’s Sunday night, when it’s all day Monday, or when it’s winter. The second half of autumn and any high-allergy spring is a risky time as well. Best to stay out of my damn way then, too.
I am absolutely delightful on June 29th.
Goddamnit, crossing guard– what the hell is the point of living in NYC if I can’t jaywalk?!? This is like, the ONE point you had over LA.
And what the fuck is this weather?!?!? Foggy with a chance of murder?
Are you SERIOUS, door? You want me to PULL you open? Who has time for this shit?!
Why is everything working against me today?!?!?!