PMSing...

For some reason, i've been pissed today. I can't think of a single thing that would make me pissed, but i was. All day today i was just taking up space... and that is what i do when i'm pissed. Ask anyone, and they'll tell you i talk only when asked something, and that usually answered with a small sentence; but when i'm pissed... i say nothing. Because talking pisses me off when i'm pissed off; anyone talking... Well if i'm involved. I'm ok, as long as no one talks to me or expects me to talk to them. Yes, i'm a brat. But it's simple, don't talk to me; and if you do what my parents always do, TALK TO ME, well you just have granted me permission to be a bitch. So i had to leave my BF's house early today, because he likes to talk; so i thought it would be better if i leave without going Rosie O’Donnell post coming-out all over the place. Mainly because, remember i don't talk. So i'm not going to explain it to anyone, that if i'm pissed off don't talk to me, because that would just piss myself off. I've also been craving chocolate, even the cheap kind... so that is not a good sign. In a few days or hours i should be back to my normal, 'never eat chocolate or feel like slapping the shit out of someone' self. I’m so glad we don’t have any chocolate in the house, or I’d be eating the shit out of it. We do have some yummy banana nut bread, and if I had some more milk [i ended up using it all in the bannana nut bread] I could make that vanilla poppy seed bread, Mr. Poose told me about.