Uggh.. Its here.

I always think that perhaps I've escaped it this month. Or maybe it won't be as bad. I thought I was doing fine today. Until I found myself ordering disgusting pizza and burning sappy CD's with songs sung by Jessica Simpson and Mandy Moore.. Somehow when I'm PMS'ing singers who look like Barbie magically become the muses of all knowledge. I watched about twelve TiVo'd shows in a row between this afternoon and now. I cried for no reason after D and I talked on the phone tonight. I'm breaking out the Pamprin. I'm not dealing with the bloating and crap tomorrow. Somehow this is not going to take over my week...

Or I'll snuggle on the couch like a wounded animal snapping at anyone who dares bother me...

I'm gonna go drink a gallon of water. And fantasize about wearing my "skinny" jeans... HAHA! I'm so lucky God invented stretchy fabrics...