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I just had the perfect picture that can relate how a woman feels when she’s buzzing on PMS freakazoid hormones. Thought this would be the appropriate place to share it: SHAKE AND BAKE CHICKEN

How to describe PMS…..well, i basically feel like someone’s thrown a dozen eggs at me, plunked and rolled me around in a huge bowl of flower till i’m covered and sputtering, and then shaken me in a bag all fecking day. SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!![Conference call] SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!![lunch break]SHAKE!!!SHAKE!!![PMS666post]. Shaken. dammit. simply shaken! my nerves are shot….no wonder we get so tired. it’s fecking exhausting!

…Now to be thrown into a pan of burning hot oil.

 GOODY!

1. Talk to ex-boyfriend
2. Drink and play Scramble
3. Get a haircut
4. Talk to your boss about your workload
5. Send emails to anyone in customer service
6. Evaluate your husband’s cleaning skills
7. Look around (if your husband has no aforementioned cleaning skills)
8. Look at pictures of yourself from 10 years ago
9. Talk to your mother
10. Drive
11. Take your 4-year-old to get her immunizations

What feelings to start with first- the feelings of total inadequacy and overwork, or the crappy irritating myself shit? i just want to have one feeling for more than 3.2 seconds please. “oh i can’t do this all, it’s simply IMPOSSIBLE. I have so much work to do!! :(:(” [email requset pops up] “leave me alone how DARE YOU ASK me to do something when i’m clearly so goddamn busy already!” [email from a friend saying she has tix to a black tie event for FREE] “YAY!!!!!! that’s great i’m so excited!!!” [email comes in mentioning a project from a month ago that i totally have not had a chance to get to] “omg i’m such a fucking idiot. i can’t believe i haven’t done what i said i was going to do on that. people will think i’m totally incompetant. i suck. this is awful. how did i become so unreliable???” [see a note on my notebook about the fact that i have a singing lesson at 5pm that i'm totally unprepared for] “@)$%*&* i can’t sing those scales again i need to stop EVERYTHING and just finish my song. yes!! that’s it- it’s so obvious that singing is more important than all this work i have to do.” [self realization] “i’m such a fucking procrastinating moron! what the hell is wrong with me!? i already took to Pamprin Extra Strength PMS pills and they’re not working. i’m a disaster. i have to get through this work stuff first, clearly. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”