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Give me a cookie, and back the fuck up. Better yet, for your own safety, throw the damn thing from five feet away- just aim well or I'm coming after you.
So- fucking- cranky! It has got to be the hormones. No uterus, no periods, hard to tell... but the bloat, the completely unnecessary crying, the intense chocolate cravings...
and the one day a month I want to fucking eat people.
No reason for it- just recognize the red pupils, toss me something chocolated, and get the living hell out of my way. Quickly.
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Better yet...
I'll mail the cookie!
Ha ha! That sounds safest ;)
I think getting all weepy on these days was better!
I laughed when I read this post. Laughed *with* you, not *at* you. I swear, honestly!
::Waves hands defensively in front of myself::
Hoping this week things have calmed down and those cookies worked their magic.
You can eat cookies, you can eat people...but probably not both.
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