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  • For Whom the Bed Calls

    Monday, April 21st, 2008

    Some days
    looming astronomical orthodontist bills and family cell phone plans(which one, ffs??) and four forgotten baskets of laundry with MOM!-I-need-to-wear-this-today! and rabies shots and what-the-fuck-is-that-squeal-coming-from-the-car?? and seventy-eight-freaking-dollars for one tank of gas and a 3-day a week part-time job that is suddenly SIX days a week plus twice on Tuesday(!!) and, btw-mom? I’m-flunking-algebra [...]

    Monthly PMS Rant(s)

    Thursday, December 13th, 2007

    I mustn’t break tradition and suffer in silence. I shall generously share with you.
     Things that piss me off, December 2007.
     1. Recipe sites that allow for posting reviews of the recipe. It’s not the review itself that’s irritating because when trying a new recipe I rather like hearing some opinions on it. What is irritating as [...]

    A Polite Request

    Wednesday, November 14th, 2007

    Dear My Uterus,
     WOULD YOU BLEED ALREADY YOU WHORE!!!
    Sincerely,
    Libido and Masochism

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    Friday, October 19th, 2007

    Things that amuse me today:
    Watching as the lives of people who wished me ill-will in the past are falling apart. Oh that crazy Karma. How I adore thee.
    And noticing that they are utterly ignored. All I can say to that is you reap what you sow.
    The waitresses at the Chinese buffet we often go to. [...]

    Ode to PMS

    Thursday, October 18th, 2007

    To the tune of Simon and Garfunkel’s “The Sound of Silence”.
    Hello hormones, my old friend
    You’ve come to visit me again
    Because the anger softly creeping
    Left it’s roots while I was sleeping
    And the discord that was planted in my brain
    Still remains
    Within the flood of hormones.
    These grumpy days I’m all alone
    Cussing at even the telephone.
    ‘neath the glare of [...]