I'm prettier than you are.
Sunday, 17 November 2002
Feh

Listen. If I'm in a "mood" and I say I hate everyone and everything and that I really would love everyone and everything to shrivel up and die or just explode or implode or disappear immediately in a variety of ways, methods, and modes, please don't tell me to smile or cheer up, OK? Smiles are not umbrellas. And that thing about making lemonade? Well, you don't even want to know what I think about that. (Really, you don't.)

Don't chuckle and say it must be "PMS" or "hormones". Don't say it must be "that time of the month" or I must be "on the rag". Don't ask me if I know if there's a full moon or not. Don't ask me what crawled up my ass and died. All of those options are way too banal, trite, hackneyed, and a thousand other words that you can find in your thesaurus.

Don't tell me "this too will pass", because, believe me, I know. It always does. And then it always comes 'round again. I know. I've been there. And back.

Just so you know.

fresh-baked at 09:46 PM
Comments

Gimme a list with the poison arrows all around their names dear. I'll bring you that Diet Coke and some Soybet, flavored according to your whims.

Offered by: Joan on November 19, 2002 3:09 AM

Amen, i hate it when people say if i'm pissed off oh it's the time of the month for her. Makes me very f'n angry. heh ahem. Love your journal! found it from Mary's site (beermary) hehe! you rock!

Offered by: Lin on November 18, 2002 4:16 PM

Yes, dear.

Offered by: chari on November 18, 2002 1:15 PM

Can I just call you a trollop instead?

Offered by: Eyre ni Rhuth on November 18, 2002 10:12 AM

Darling, don't listen to Leo. Listen to me; I am older and much more bitter.

When God gives you lemons, just squeeze a little bit of the peel into eyes of the fuckers, then let the rage fly! Let yourself go! Cause emotional and bodily harm! Then pour yoursef a Tab with lemon and enjoy.

Works for me.

Offered by: Mad Genius on November 18, 2002 1:14 AM

Why, yes, Leo, you may be onto something! How about if I just call them "buttery, bite-sized bits ... of ... tender ... bitchiness ..."

Offered by: Jodi on November 17, 2002 11:34 PM

Be like me, and draw upon years of pent up rage and dispense them out in bite size pieces, for all around you to enjoy.

It's how I made all my friends friend aquaintance.

Offered by: leo on November 17, 2002 11:27 PM

Just offer to maim someone for me. And bring me a really cold Diet Coke and a very warm blanket. That's all!

Offered by: Jodi on November 17, 2002 10:57 PM

Experienced Male Response:

"Okeh!"

I've even learned not to say "Whatever you say".

Offered by: Don on November 17, 2002 10:53 PM

Can I say that I hope things get better soon?

Should I say "Bite me" instead?

I just wanna get the rules right.

Offered by: Joan on November 17, 2002 10:00 PM