[life] As in, I am a threat to my own

I am one clumsy mofo when I am about to be on the rag. Tripping on shit, getting growths and now today I cut a big fat slice out of my hand on, of all the things, the refridgerator. Who cuts themselves on a fridge? I don't know, I really don't. I have also banged my knuckles on a drawer, dropped a pot on my hand while washing it, and just now I thumped my head on the desk when I went to pick up a pin that I fumble-fingered onto the floor.

I should have just stayed in bed. Then this raging PMS could have gone and fucked itself and no one would have had to deal with my crazy insane mood swings. At least Shawn was out of the house when I threw the PS2 controller across the room in a fit of rage. Stupid horomones I wish I were sixty with all this garbage behind me already and a shelf filled with my award winning books. That would be the shit. Instead I get this day which is the shits. One letter makes all the difference, my friends.

I'm off to find chocolate.