Give Me a P! Give Me an M! Give Me an S!
What’s that spell? Possible Murderous rage coming Soon! Goooo….monthly cycle!
I would seriously knock over a Girl Scout for a thin mint right about now but, I had a full day and am exhausted. Also, I have no idea where to find a girl scout; is it just me or do they seem to disappear into thin air right after the cookie drive? And, please, don’t tell me they are out doing good works in the community or earning badges or some such shit because that’s just crazy talk.
And, while I would not entertain the idea of doing bodily harm to a Girl Scout normally; they must lace those cookies with crack, rendering even docile law-abiding citizens such as myself powerless to fight the urge to obtain the sweet, sweet minty, chocolately goodness at any cost, especially during this particular phase of the moon which, means it’s probably a lucky thing for Troop 479 that I don’t know where to find its’ members tonight.
PMS and poor sentence structure; run on, sentence, run on!
Anyhoodle, in case you missed my point, PMS is the devil.
Currently, I am craving chocolate. And, salt. Preferably together. I am also highly and eratically emotional which pretty much explains why my idea of a perfect evening would include a box of Kleenex, a bag of M&M’s, a saltlick and the Hallmark Channel.
In short, it sucks to be female. Thanks for The Curse, Eve.
Oh, who am I kidding? This is Adam’s fault; he didn’t have to bite the apple just because Eve asked him to. Forget the Girl Scouts, I could knock over Adam right about now.
Especially if he had Thin Mints.