Facebook always asks me this, and if I said all the things I was thinking we’d be here all day, which I guess is why I keep a blog.
Anyway. What’s on my mind is what I am now going to bitch about for a while, bear with me. A doesn’t seem to think I ought to write this entry, so there, I am. And that’s that. In terms of half of you, I’m probably preaching to the choir, but never mind. I’m blathering, which is what I do best. Anyway. I am in stupid quantities of pain and I have done nothing all day and it’s not fair that five days out of every five or six weeks should be like this (yeah, you all know what I’m talking about now, right?). It’s just not fair. Guys bitch and moan all the time about how painful it is to be kicked in the balls, enough to make you feel faint and want to throw up. Now imagine that you’re getting kicked in the balls every few minutes for five days straight. No-one seems to understand that that is what I am talking about.
I know there’s no reason for you to listen or care to me whine about this, but no-one seems to realise this, and so I just thought I’d come out and say it. I got away with the ‘cunt’ entry so there’s no reason I can’t get away with this. My brain isn’t working, it feels all fuzzy, I have a headache, I walk like my skeleton just froze up, I’m hopelessly emotional, I feel sick, and I can’t work, and I’m going slowly mad, but I’m a girl, so this is to be considered normal. Meanwhile I have been watching The IT Crowd all day, and trying to organise going to a gig in November, if I can get the tickets, and it all just seems like far too much effort.
So with that, I will leave you, and go back to sitting in the corner of A’s room and whinging. (You know you love me, xoxo, Gossip Girl. Sorry, it just seemed apt).