Nov. 15th, 2002

rachg82: (frost)
PMSy should be a mood. I mean, really. Maybe everyone else doesn't turn into bitchy lunatics during that time of the month, though. Heh. Which, um, I kind of do. I don't even know if I'm really PMSing though, because Aunt Flo likes to keep me on my toes, by never visiting on a predictable day. She'll be all (looking at her calendar) "Okay, so I attacked on the nineteenth, last month. She'll be expecting me right around there, so it makes sense that I should strike on the thirteenth, or something like that. Ooh, or maybe the 25th, just so I can draw it out, and make her wait. Have to make sure it's while she's out. Dumb bitch probably won't even have a tampon on her. Muahaha!" Anyway, though. It probably is PMS.

I was such a bitch tonight, to my Mom. Got home from work and acted like a total child, over there being nothing in the kitchen that I wanted to eat. And she was all "What about blah blah blah?" and I was like "Sigh! I don't want anything here." and she asked "What are you going to do, then? You have to eat" and I was like "No, I don't." And then stomped off. B to the I to the T to the C to the H. Heh. I felt like an idiot the whole time, mind you, but I'd already kind of committed myself to not eating and being a jackass, and I have too much pride for my own good. So I couldn't just go back upstairs, after my dramatic exit, and quietly get something to eat, while my Mom looked at me, like *eyebrow*. Heh. Well, I could've, but I'm crazy during this time of the month, so I didn't. Then I decided to just get in bed, because I was feeling like a giant grump anyway, and felt like wallowing. Also thought maybe it was for the best, if I could actually get to sleep early for once. Alas, I could not. I slept for like an hour and a half, but it was all fitful, and I couldn't really sleep anymore at like one. So, here I am. I went upstairs and made my stupid ass a sandwich, and got a few cookies. And apologized to my Mom, who was up for a sec, as well. Good thing nightmarish PMS-moodiness runs in the family, so nothing more than "I'm PMSing" is really required, when apologizing for irrational bitchiness. Heh. She was just like "Ohhh. Right." It really does run in my family, too. My sister is such a beeyatch, when PMSing. And I've heard horror stories over my Grandma. Nanny told me herself that she couldn't wait to get a hysterectomy. She was like "I already had four kids. It's not like I wanted anymore. And you know, some women feel bad about having one, but me? Oh, no. I couldn't wait. No more periods, no more PMS. You don't know what I was like! Ask your Mother! Everyone had to walk on eggshells around me!" Meanwhile, my Mom was just like "Um, yeah." Heh. Knowing how women get in sync with each other too, I'm so glad I never lived in that house. I mean, damn. Nanny, and then my Mom and her two sisters. That does not sound like good times.

Funny thing is, though, I was in a relatively good mood, the rest of the night. I kind of braced myself for another Monday-type night, but it was much better. I remembered too that Monday was Veteran's Day (and it's not like I didn't know, but for some reason I just didn't make the connection), so there were sales and stuff. That's why it was so bad. So, tonight wasn't. Plus, we had three closers in women's, including myself. I don't know what was up with the boards tonight, but if they were correct, then a bunch of people either called in sick or no-showed. It wasn't all correct though, for sure, because I saw Justin in there shopping and asked him why he wasn't working, and he was like "I'm not scheduled tonight, I never work Thursdays." So I was like "Oh, that's right. They have you on the boards upstairs though, dude. The hell?" So, maybe the person messed up. Because Shaundra and Henara were written on there to close too, but neither showed. I do know at least Shelley called in sick, though. Of course. God forbid I work a night where everyone shows.

It didn't really matter, though. The night went fine, and we were out of there ten minutes before ten. It was hella foggy outside, on the way home. It's really starting to feel winterish, even though it was warm enough in the afternoon for me to not need my jacket (I was wearing a sweater, though). Speaking of winter, for once I don't work on Associate night (which is this thing they do after closing to the general public. Associates who aren't working, and their families, get extra discounts and coupons), and I'm thinking maybe I'll try and get a few early Christmas presents taken care of. Hey, if I can save money, why not? We'll see.

Owee, my tongue hurts, yo. I bit the side of it the other day, and so of course now it's all irritated from eating and inevitably biting it again (you know it's impossible to bite it once and not have it happen a second time, just so you cat do that "Son of a bitch, not again!" thing). Lame.

Heh, I still can't get over what a freak I was, tonight. I'm serious when I say those menstruation huts aren't such a bad idea, at least for me. Like, keep me far, far away, and nobody has to get hurt. I like how now I'm all normal and shit, too. I was normal all night, then bam! Psycho. Now? Normal again. Riiight.
rachg82: (Default)
You know, it's actually a good thing I get the crazy bitchiness before I start my period often times, because sometimes it's the only warning I have. Too bad I didn't listen to it, and wear anything last night. Heh. D'oh! And of course I was wearing white panties. There's something about white underwear that gets my uterus to be like "Oooh, look! White bikinis! Nice ones, too! Move 'em out, boys!" then all these little troops of eggs start parachuting out of my ovaries or something. Hee. Ah, well.

Ouch, dude. My head hurts. Stupid Aunt Flo. I'm so glad I don't work tonight. I close tomorrow, but at least I get a lunch for once. I need to leave a note in Peppy's mailbox or something, and ask her to stop giving me these five hour shifts. I hate having to try and find something edible for dinner at like eleven o'clock at night. It's not hard to schedule me an hour earlier. It's not like they couldn't use me for that extra half hour. Heh, the note should just be like "Schedule me an extra hour or I KILL YOU!" Maybe then she'd listen. Of course it might freak her out a little, too. Hee. That reminds me of a friend of mine from High School. She used to be like "Agh! Someone just kill me in the face!"

Speaking of things that make me laugh, I keep thinking of [livejournal.com profile] willothewisps whenever I walk into my kitchen. We have this dry eraser board on the wall in there, you know, for messages and phone numbers and all. And sometimes I'll draw a cartoon or something on it, too. Right now, towelie is on there, all "Don't forget to bring a towel!" Hee. So of course I think of tink, because she shares the towelie love. Anyway, I keep laughing when I walk by it, because when my Mom first saw it, she was all "You should have him asking 'You wanna get high?'" in the towelie voice. Ha! I'm sorry, but your mother asking you if you wanna get high in the towelie voice is hilarious, no matter how you slice it.

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