Random thoughts while cooking dinner, jotted on a note pad

yeah, a real live pad of paper.
with a pen.

You know, it's really nice when you can recognize your own PMS fairy.
that manly gait as she lumbers down a shadowy hallway toward you.
the ragged prom dress rustling, her tangled hair holding a broken tiara in place.
a gleam in her bloodshot eyes, possibly catching the light--reflecting off the sickle in her hands.
Death's dyke cousin and she hasn't had her carpet munched in over 20 years.
yeah--
she's not someone you tend to set out the good china for, if you know what i mean.
this is more of a "every man for himself", "hit the deck", or "man overboard" type of situation...
anyway.
i'm thankful for the speed with which i recognize her.
somehow it helps.
Really only takes me one to three unsuitable emotional outbursts and i can generally admit--through the gritted teeth of my grimacing face--"It's just PMS for chrissakes!"
just.
ha!
could be tears at an AT&T commercial.
could be tears at your AT&T bill...
could be boiling, lava-like rage at your husband's suggestion that you might want to call the gym to make an appointment for the daycare.
could be the groggy, un-cozy refusal to shower before 5 pm.
could be odd, misplaced jealousy over something ridiculous.
hell, you get the picture.
oh and speaking of pictures.
i can't decide if i should simply sacrifice the rest of the Moab ones and start over or SEND IT AWAY to be retrieved...
i hate being inconvenienced but i think i hate losing pictures/a record of something more.
i don't know.
it's a toss up.
aw, toss this fuckers.
(ooh, could that be my new sign off line??? just kidding.)

anyway, i apparently thought this was a train of thought worth pursuing.
...like a hobo in the night.

do you know what i love about this job?
the boys.
yeah, i love you rockin, ass-kickin, funny as all hell girls too.
possibly even more than the boys.
but i'm a girl who likes boys.
plain and simple.
i like em to tell me nice things, and i like em to look all different types of good.
i like to read their words and give them shit.

i just realized the irony of that paragraph being on the same post as the pms rant.
kinda funny.

wish me lucky dreaming up a good story for y'all...