so who said life is fair?

no one.
or if they did, they were wrong.
or stupid.
or deserve to be kicked in the head.

i hate hormones.
i think they should all be replaced with moaning whores.
waaaay better.
even with the std's, i'd take whores over this crap any day.
i'm pouting, and i shouldn't be.
it's nice to know i haven't matured at all in the last 15 years.
comforting, really.
and my stupid bloated gut is pissing me off.
and i hide from all my household duties in front of this stupid screen.
there is laundry to be folded.
dinner to be started.
fuck that.
fuck all of it.
from the top of the list right on down---
fuck it all right to bloody hell.

psh.
and YOU thought my pms was over.
("you" being me...)
apparently there is no statute of limitations on crabbiness.

it is a beautiful day outside, though.
the boys and i had a picnic outside, in our yard.
they said, "can we sit on the grass? the sidwalk is too dirty."
uh, damn. i was hoping to sit on the sidewalk.
it was nice to sit in the sun, the perfect temperature.

so now i'll do a little work.
we're actually staying in tonight, and i'm looking forward to it.

have a good weekend.