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Pissed At Men Syndrome.

Yesterday was probably the worst school day I have ever had in my entire life. And it was all because I had a reeeaallllyy bad case of the pissed at men syndrome. Aka pms. ;) Everything that could possibly bother me did and then all of it was multiplied by 5,000,000,000. I spent a good chunk of yesterday holding my breathe, screaming, and trying not to punch people. For example, the last thing on the planet I wanted to talk about was math and or physics and I got stopped every.single.passing.period. by someone who wanted to talk math and or physics. During those precious five minutes of time I need to get halfway across the school or go find find my best friend because I really really need a hug. But I can't do that when I have to talk math!
I.Hate.Math.Alot. At the current moment. So please, lets not talk about it.
Anyways, I think that the next fad like those boobies bracelet should be a pms campaign.They should make something to wear so that people will leave you alone! Or at least learn how to drive, not talk about math, not be perfectionists, super annoying, learn how to play music instead of moaning on the radio, and make softer steering wheels to bang your head on at the red lights.
I would like to take the time here to apologize to anyone in particular that I was rude to yesterday. It was just not a good day.

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  1. KathyAugust 28, 2011 at 3:46 PM

    I hate pms almost as much as I hate the world when I'm feeling that way. Perhaps more.

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