today I wish I were Wile E. Coyote ... and some huge acme anvil would drop from the sky on my head ... it is hardly 9 o'clock and I am having a shitty day ... that shouldn't be allowed to happen ... I just want to go home and crawl in bed ... and stay there for days ... god that would be nice ...


I am PMSing to the umpteenth degree ... Planned Parenthood wouldn't slip me a pack of pills this month since I was out ... so now I have to experience all my own emotions instead of medicating them with birth control ... fucking sucks ...


I think I have already broken down crying 3 times this morning ... and I didn't get here till 7:30 ... I was trying to explain what cramps are like to David yesterday ... I was telling him it was similar to getting punched in the stomach ... down low ... over and over and over again ... for days ... he couldn't believe it ...