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Whine
I start posts then I delete them. I have no idea what to write. I hate Facebook, and MySpace, so a change of venue won't perk things up.
I go from cranky to cheerful in less time than it takes to say "hormonal". And I cry at all kinds of things. I'm either tired and pukey, or energetic and hungry. But I can't eat much, or I get pukey.
I have a handful of friends I've been trying to get ahold of to no avail. I swear to god it's like trying to raise the dead. And then I start feeling pissy that these people are off having lives and are unavailable to shoot the shit with me. And then I start feeling guilty for being such a bitch that I would begrudge my friends a life that I *obviously* do not have. And then I want to cry and shoot myself in the face.
Going to the doctor on Thursday for a timmeh related check-up. I may ask about my boobs, because correct me if I'm wrong, they're supposed to be getting bigger. They aren't. One thing I was LOOKING FORWARD TO in pregnancy, growing real boobs, and it doesn't appear to be happening.
Believe it or not, when I sat down to write something I was feeling happy because I had just listened to this on my iPod, and really how can you be in a bitchy mood when listening to that song? Well, it went off. So you get to read me whining.
I hate everyone. WHY DOESN'T ANYONE ANSWER THE PHONE?!
Don't you love it when the question is prefaced by the answer?
EDIT: My Onion horoscope says it all: You've never paid much attention to abandoned offshore oil platforms before, but suddenly everyone seems to think they'd be perfect for you.
I go from cranky to cheerful in less time than it takes to say "hormonal". And I cry at all kinds of things. I'm either tired and pukey, or energetic and hungry. But I can't eat much, or I get pukey.
I have a handful of friends I've been trying to get ahold of to no avail. I swear to god it's like trying to raise the dead. And then I start feeling pissy that these people are off having lives and are unavailable to shoot the shit with me. And then I start feeling guilty for being such a bitch that I would begrudge my friends a life that I *obviously* do not have. And then I want to cry and shoot myself in the face.
Going to the doctor on Thursday for a timmeh related check-up. I may ask about my boobs, because correct me if I'm wrong, they're supposed to be getting bigger. They aren't. One thing I was LOOKING FORWARD TO in pregnancy, growing real boobs, and it doesn't appear to be happening.
Believe it or not, when I sat down to write something I was feeling happy because I had just listened to this on my iPod, and really how can you be in a bitchy mood when listening to that song? Well, it went off. So you get to read me whining.
I hate everyone. WHY DOESN'T ANYONE ANSWER THE PHONE?!
Don't you love it when the question is prefaced by the answer?
EDIT: My Onion horoscope says it all: You've never paid much attention to abandoned offshore oil platforms before, but suddenly everyone seems to think they'd be perfect for you.