P-word

I am PMSsy, I think.

I munched on the new year goodies ceaselessly last night, and I sulked most of the evening away, except for the time I found my calm through Funtown Mahjong.  

I am feeling destructive today, and thus I am bringing Grand Theft Auto IV and Burnout Revenge home for some major venting session on the Xbox 360.

I… just need… to throw a BIG bitch fit.

Like seriously.

I want to throw a petty, prissy, pmssy tantrum that will drive everyone away.

Then I will bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite bite!

ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…………..

Okie. Rant over.

I am cool now. *blinks and gives the sweetest smile possible* :)

Back to being a slave.

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2 Responses to “P-word”

  1. Effy says:

    Wifey I’m home so calm down. They say staring at something green calms you down. Like a green table. And facai. :D

  2. And yes, kena blueball-ed again after the above comment is not healthy. hahaha.

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