Mean red

I am so menstrual that I go between wanting to poke everyone's eye (just one, cause by nature I'm a merciful person) out and crying hysterically.

I hate this. All I have to look forward to is next weekend. I seem to ovulate (though I'll put a fin on no booty for Seebo) the week after my period and it's pride. I'm not gay, but my fabulous brother is, and there are parties to attend.

Okay, that wasn't fair...

She must be lovely if Fono loves her. But it should have been me. It still could be me. Divorice happens, right? I'm going to hell...

But I'm going to hell knowing that if just one time I didn't fuck up his kissing me we would have been incredible...

Time for some Nancy B. Watson. That is all, carry on.

Oh no I dedent

Oh yes I did. I called the lovely love of all my life. And left him a message on his answer phone - the outgoing message left by his wife (who is fatter and not as pretty)...

That's not cool. That's not right. She's a woman, and therefore deserving of respect. Even though I wish he was mine. I dream of him being mine.

Whatever.