I was going to write a post about how much work university is making me do and how it leaves little time for sex and how shitty that is yadda yadda yadda when I realized:
I was suffering from the worst fucking case of pms I have ever had.
My head was throbbing, I was way too hot all the time - my body temperature was that of a fucking volcano, I was so fucking exhausted that I couldn't sleep and my emotional state was like that of a Venus fly trap (if you got to close I wanted to castrate you). Overall I was suffering from a weird mix of wanting someone to cuddle me and wanting to gouge people's eyes out.
The fact that one week every month I feel like this and am still expected to function in everyday society is fucking criminal. Women suffering from pms should be given the same privileges that any disabled person does. Someone should take concise notes for me in the lectures I miss because I'm involuntarily napping and I should have a seeing-eye dog with a sign saying "My master is suffering from Pre-menstrual symptoms, please don't get too close and keep idiotic musings to a minimum".
Women suffering from this extreme mood disorder should also be provided with male shaped androids that will dispense limitless compliments and affection as well as not get offended when they attempt to verbally (and maybe physically) tear it to shreds.
We should also be granted a week long get out of jail free card for any hurtful or relationship ruining things that may be said. Yes, I may sound irrational but all this word vomit makes perfect sense to me. You don't understand why I'm crying? Well neither do I!
The cherry on top of the pms ass cake was that the crazy jumble of idiotic hormones somehow caused my sex drive go down.
In short, I didn't want the one thing that pretty much always makes me happy. What kind of twisted karma-stab is that? Was I Hitler in another life?
The worst thing is I have no fucking advice for the rest of you pms sufferers other then try and avoid seeing people. Maybe we can all take a twist on the 'ol Amazon classic where we keep the tit and loose the ovaries.
'DILF' of the Week
I've recently gotten back into scrubs in order to better avoid the reading of literature written before the 16th century. John C McGinley, who plays Dr. Cox (I'd like to play doctor with his cox ifyouknowwhatimean), may have actually started my love of DILF's. That wonderful mix of anger, emotional issues and a general unwillingness to communicate really got my young motor revving. So here's to 'ol Johnny C, for making me the monster you all know and love today.
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