Blonde Ambition

Yesterday was one of those days that felt like somebody was out to get me. I didn’t know what direction the next blast would be coming from…but I knew it was coming. I couldn’t even write about it yesterday…I had to give myself a full day of distance to talk about it.

It started out with waking up and finding out my checking account was overdrawn. It ended with a 14+ hour workday, a wet driver’s seat and an almost dead battery.

Don’t ask.

It’s tough to make me cry. I don’t like to cry…my eyes get all red and my face gets blotchy. I’m not one of those attractive cryers. But yesterday damn near brought me to tears a couple times.

It turns out I have PMS. I’m not saying that’s why my Monday sucked. But I certainly don’t think it helped my reaction to the suckiness.

I’m sure someone somewhere reading this is thinking that PMS isn’t a real affliction. To those people I say…bite me.

I’m also sure there are some women who are reading this who don’t suffer from PMS.

Well, aren’t you just oh-so-special?

I suffer from it. I never know what form it’s going to take either…will I be weepy, crying over a stupid commercial? Or will I turn into a psychotic bitch from hell? Or better yet…a lovely combination of the two?

Oh, joyous times are had by all when that happens.

If you’re interested, I wrote a PMS survival guide for men a while ago.

I thought it was funny.