it fucking sucks.
i'm all PMSy and shit and J's funky ass keeps fucking with me.
he's got one more goddamn time to put his motherfucking hands down my shirt and i'm gon' hurt him.
severely.

this shit started last night.
i wasn't all mean and hateful like i am right now though.
i just kept crying over the smallest things.
i got in the shower with J and when i started to wash his back, i realized i was almost out of lavender body wash.
so i cried.
J's like "baby, what's wrong?"

Me: *bawling like a psychomaniac* "i forgot to get some more body wash while i was at the store and now it's almost GOOOOOOOOOOOONNNEEEE!!!!"

J: *confuzzled* "Okay, but why are you crying?"

Me: "Cause I'm a giirrrrllll!"

J: "And here we go."

Me: "You don't UNDERSTAAAAAAAAANNNNNDDDD!"

J: "Come here weirdo."

he pulled me in and hugged me.
that just made me cry even harder.

Me: *still bawling* "Oh my goooooooooodddd!"

J: "What now?"

Me: "You haven't shaved your chest in three daaaaayyyyysssss! It's all hairy nooooowwww!"

J: "I was going to until you decided to have a nervous breakdown over some stupid soap."

Me: "It's not soap it body wash! NOW STOP HUGGING ME AND SHAVE IT!"

yeah, once he shaved i was fine.
it was like i never even saw that almost empty bottle of BODY WASH.
so, after the shower, i went downstairs for a mountain dew.
i wanted a live wire and we only had the regular kind.
yeah, i fell out in the kitchen floor and threw an all-out tantrum.
kicking.
screaming.
rolling around.
i did it all.

J being the oh-so-WHIPPED man he is, went to the gas station to get me that tasty, oversweetened orange koolaid-like, carbonated beverage.
but he didn't bring me no cheetos.
you can't bring me a mountain dew and not have the cheetos.
baby jesus weeps.
so i had to cuss him out like a step-child.
and when i was done, he just looked at me.
then he shot the fuck off.

"You know what? Fuck you. You do this shit all the fucking time and I let you get away with it. Just shut up, take a fucking midol, and go to sleep. "
he looks good when he's mad so i was like, "heeeeeyyyyyyy, how you doin'?"
and he tore my ass up like we just got married.

but today, i have a headache, my nipples hurt, and i have cramps.
i don't want him touching me.
i don't want him talking to me.
i don't even want him in the same room with me.
he gets on my damn nerves.
the only thing i need for him to do is fix me some taquitos and go on 'bout his business.
i'll holla at him when i want some dick.

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