for a week before the time of the month, i morph into an incorrigible man-basher who spews caustic bitter remarks about every single guy that comes along and glare at them with disgust for no good reason. my faith in the other gender drops to sub-zero and they are all nameless faceless heartless charmless useless morons till my chaotic hormones settle to their benign state.

can't help it. they deserve it anyway. and i deserve to be hated by them too.

sunday nights are the worst. tho it ain't even sunday mornin yet i can sense it in me bones already, that i'll be wallowing in my misery and groaning bout sch the next day.

hate it hate it hate it RARRRR