Sunday, February 1, 2009
I sarcastically refer to my period as "The Crimson Tide". I affectionately refer to my attitude during this time as "Veruca Salt". It wasn't me having that outburst. It was Veruca.
All bets are off that week. No diet, no budget, no filter. It's a free for all. Crying, eating, drinking, buying something pretty. I usually find myself digging through drawers and cabinets suddenly needing chocolate. Babies. I love babies. Need more babies! I could just eat them, they are so delectable. Don't forget the pants with no waistband. These are very important when feeling bloated and uncomfortable. Note to self: buy more pants with no waistband.
I don't enjoy being an emotional, craving all things sinful, bitch. I do admit it's nice to have an excuse for one week out of every month. The problem is, I tend to be wacko a week prior, the week of, and sometimes the week after. That leaves me with one full week of some semblance of sanity. It's rough being me! Now, where did I put that ice cream....
- ▼ February (14)