all of last week i have been behaving badly. so badly, in fact, that mister monkey and i wondered if it would be a good idea to let me loose upon his unsuspecting co-workers friday night. luckily, i managed to be good.
there was pouting, screaming, yelling, hollering, slamming of doors, throwing of objects, kicking of objects and general assholism. i was so very very angry that my soul threw off an anti-radiance, black hole-like, and small animals ran away from me squealing.
the only reason i didn't panic about this black friday (and surrounding days of the week), is that i knew my pills were near the end and this was nothing but hormones rearing their ugly head(s?).
alas and alack, when last i gazed upon the box of pills, a realisation came upon me and verily, yea, it was shameful - i was a week off and not yet due for my special lady time. the problem was not hormones after all, but my fucking personality.