*slumps dejectedly*

[entropical]

I am SO BORED, internets. That stubborn and frustrated kind of bored that keeps anything from holding my attention span for more than five minutes, won't let my words work, and just. Bleh. What's more, I'm PMSing. So I'm bored, and the hormones are like, yeah, because you're a LOSER who has NO FRIENDS and you SUCK and NO ONE LIKES YOU ANYWAY. I picture my hormones as angsty 13-year-olds who slam doors a lot and blast Evanescence while writing wretched poetry about the meaningless pain that is their existence.

So basically, that's a slightly long-winded (medium-winded? gusty?) way of saying that I want to cry, maybe stab something, and cry more. Then I'll dye my hair, get a bunch of piercings, and only buy clothes from Hot Topic.

Comments

[catwalksalone]

Awww, honey. Don't worry, Vonnie will be going home soon and then you can talk about Things for hours and it will all be OK.

*gives you Mikey the ferret*

[entropical87.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure I'd stopped taking my own emo seriously by the time I was done writing that. Though I will gladly have a Vonnie back. How did we live without her before, I do not understand.

*cuddles up to you and demands pettings*

(PS: I am the failiest fail ever to be a failure, so you will be getting a box at some point that's likely to be many days after Christmas. Um. Think of it as surprise!second!Christmas? *hangs head in shame*)

[airinshaw.livejournal.com]

\1x10/

\RWface/

&you;

*Speaks in easily-breakable code*

[entropical87.livejournal.com]

No: &you; Though I will second everything else in that list. ♥

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

This is clearly why you should be within easily-seeable distance so I can randomly come over and bring you chocolate and beanbags to beat up. *cuddles*

[entropical87.livejournal.com]

The earth should really just be smaller already. It would solve problems like this. *tugs England closer*

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

England totally just pulled the streeeetch-oh-I-just-casually-happen-to-now-have-my-arm-around-your-shoulders move on you, btw.

(I think that means it approves.)

That occasionally your uterus might try to kill you is so one of the things they should teach properly in sex ed.

[ladyfalcon.livejournal.com]

I don't usually PMS, but my FACE does. Like, whenever I'm about to start my period, I can tell because my face is like, hey, you're going to feel grouchy and achy in a few days, you know what would make this better? ZITS. Zits for everyone. At this point I think I'm going to have wrinkles before I'm done getting spots. It is very aggravating.

Erin

[entropical87.livejournal.com]

Because clearly the solution to inexplicable hormonal stress is to give you something to focus that stress on. If you're going to feel bad, you'll have a REASON to feel bad, dammit. And that reason will be sudden-onset leprosy.

[nyn17.livejournal.com]

Dude, I so know what you're talking about (heh)! I always thought that all the PMS talk was a bit exaggerated. And then, sadly, I learned that I'd just never really had PMS until 2 or 3 years ago. Now every month I want to seize to exist (preferably taking the rest of the world with me) for a day or two.
It'll pass though *pets*

[entropical87.livejournal.com]

Mine's generally quite manageable, but every once in awhile the urge for STABBINATION will be really intense and I won't understand why. Until I look at the calender and it all clicks into place. Stupid girlbits. Is the rest of the process not bad enough without the mood swingy preliminaries?