PMS

[callistra]

Using the hate and anger of a thousand burning suns, I tossed my hair behind me, and tackled V's room, J's room, and J and my room, and came out victorious.

Today is day three of PMS. The hate and anger of a thousand burning suns fails to adequately convey the sheer desire for all human life to die hideous, unspeakable deaths. Please, dear Lady, let there be surcease. Chocolate might help. Coke and chocolate. Yeah.

I have had champagne and celebrated tomorrow's birthday. Tonight, I sleep. Tomorrow, hopefully, I will allow all humankind to live, and feel better.

Comments

[battblush.livejournal.com]

If I had a day off tomorrow I'd buy chocolate and coke and come up and give them to you. I wouldn't even ask to share. I'd just hand them over and let you have the lot.
x

[callistra.livejournal.com]

thank you hun
that means a lot