Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Don't Ask "How Are You?!" If You Don't Really Want To Know
PMS. When people are warned in advance, I feel no pity for the blood and maiming.
"Hey, Fred....did you hear? Barney got the flu." Haha. Yeah. I'm over it.
I need a cocktail and a massage delivered to me by a beautiful man who is not afraid of me and my PMS. (that should narrow down the field quite a bit with that last statement.)