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since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

pms (men need not read on, really.)

can i talk about that in here? thanks.

so yesterday, i tried on this skirt that, um, last winter was too big on me, and i could barely squeeze it over my butt. i attribute this to two things. one, my muscles were still swollen from the boot camp class i took on thursday. and two, the pre-menstrual bloat. okay and if we're being honest, i'm not running as much as i used to. which means, i'm not a slave to it. which means i've lost some of the tone i once had. which is why i'm taking the bootcamp class and anyway, see what i mean?

then, last night, at the plaza art fair. otherwise known as my most favorite thing to do in kansas city all year, i may have said that i didn't like an artist's work too loudly. within earshot of the artist. and when B got on me about it, i started crying. CRYING...in public. for a stupid reason.

today i've been in a funk. my head hurts. i feel swollen and crabby and anyway, this is bad to say, but sometimes i look forward to menapause. i mean, i know that sucks, too. but i'm not sure gaining up to five pounds in water weight every month, along with the whole being harder to be around thing, is really worth it.

3 Comments:

  • At 1:51 AM, Blogger elovewilson said…

    preach it sister. today, everything makes me mad. or sad. and all thanks to aunt flo. thanks aunt flo, i won't miss you when you go away.

     
  • At 8:24 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey, don't feel bad. I have all those symptoms and I'm a guy.

     
  • At 8:59 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Do people actually go to the Plaza Art Fair for the art? I mean - there are some great pieces here/there - but the artist attendee list has pretty much been *exactly the same* for at least the last 5 or 6 years.

    It's like Groundhog Day (the movie, not the event). Same artists as last year as the year before as the year before that.

    That's like driving to JoCo and expecting to find culture and non-beige houses.

     

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