Bridget --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fri 4:03 PM
You know you're pmsing when you start crying every time they find the right dress on say yes to the dress
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Sarah
Sarah had a fight with her mom so, her mom refused to tuck Sarah into bed. In response, Sarah threw a crying-screaming-kicking-tantrum. She was 18 years old.
This goes awhile back...
For some reason or another, I was a very early bloomer. This story is back from 8th grade. It's a fuzzy memory so, it might sound a bit obscure.
One of my friends, Jess was having a birthday sleepover with a bunch of us girls. Mind you, this was during the myspace phase. Pre-Facebook days. It was late at night and we began snooping around our myspace pages and showing off our friends to each other. When it was my turn, from what I remember correctly, I showed them a few myspace pages of my guy friends that I thought were cute. Steph, one of the girls at the sleepover, commented that one of the guys looked very similar to the previous guy I had shown them. Now, for whatever the fuck reason why that set me off so bad, I became very hostile towards Steph all of a sudden. To the point where she even got mad at me. The next morning, I awoke to realize that Mother Nature had arrived and a wave of relief washed over me.
Thankfully, Steph and I joke about this from time to time but she later told me that she almost left the sleepover because she was so mad at me for me being mad at her.
I am aware that I become psychotic when the PMS monster takes over. I can't stop myself from thinking the world is going to end and everything must be gone about in an overly dramatic approach 12 times a year.
For future reference, if anyone becomes a victim, a million apologies.
One of my friends, Jess was having a birthday sleepover with a bunch of us girls. Mind you, this was during the myspace phase. Pre-Facebook days. It was late at night and we began snooping around our myspace pages and showing off our friends to each other. When it was my turn, from what I remember correctly, I showed them a few myspace pages of my guy friends that I thought were cute. Steph, one of the girls at the sleepover, commented that one of the guys looked very similar to the previous guy I had shown them. Now, for whatever the fuck reason why that set me off so bad, I became very hostile towards Steph all of a sudden. To the point where she even got mad at me. The next morning, I awoke to realize that Mother Nature had arrived and a wave of relief washed over me.
Thankfully, Steph and I joke about this from time to time but she later told me that she almost left the sleepover because she was so mad at me for me being mad at her.
I am aware that I become psychotic when the PMS monster takes over. I can't stop myself from thinking the world is going to end and everything must be gone about in an overly dramatic approach 12 times a year.
For future reference, if anyone becomes a victim, a million apologies.
Monday, July 16, 2012
This is non-fictional...
my debit card was expiring in a few days so i went into the bank to ask for a new one. the lady told me that they would mail one to me. she also warned me that the cards have a new design so as not to be alarmed. i had previously seen some of their cards before with a view of the city skyline so, i was excited to finally receive a pretty debit card, instead of a boring, bland blue one.
i received my new debit card in the mail. it had the same bland blue design.
i burst into tears.
i received my new debit card in the mail. it had the same bland blue design.
i burst into tears.
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