a mood most foul, or I love being a girl

I’m in a mood most foul today, this fine fine cloudy and cool Monday morning straight from the bowels of Satan.

Here’s the thing. First of all, I don’t like Interpol. All their songs are very samey sounding. This has just occurred to me because some lame Interpol song was on Kathleen Turner Overdrive.

But here’s the real thing. The real thing is I’m fucking grouchy. It’s hormones so there isn’t much I can do about it, besides not tear the flesh from the bodies of people who get in my way. And it’s not even like I have a way to get into. I just want to be left the hell alone.

Which of course will last approximately 4 hours at which time I will weep and wonder why nobody ever pays attention to me.

But in the meantime, I need all the needy fuckers in the world to kind of steer clear. Because if one more person asks me for anything — whether it’s the time, for something work-related or an update on how my weekend was, i will maim them and their three closest friends.

Because for the moment I’m in that mood where I think everyone wants something from me and I’m sick of giving, giving, giving. Damnit! I want something. I have no idea what that is, but I want it and I don’t want for you to need me to tell you what that is. Read my mind.

Fuck, I can’t wait for the next mood swing, this one’s rather annoying.

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2 Comments

  1. PeeWee 08.May.06 at 12:53 pm

    Ice cream is the answer!

    Reply
  2. Kelly 08.May.06 at 1:23 pm

    Yea hormones suck. 🙁 First time here and I enjoyed my visit! I’ll be back!

    Reply

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