pms hit me like a ton of bricks last night. hopefully its only really brutal for like 24 hours. even the magic dollar store midol isn’t helping. i actually just threatened to stab a medical assistant.
so yes, i’m ghostland observatory-ing today because it feels fitting. i’ll probably switch it up to brand new pretty soon because they fit so well with my amped up pissy mood. music ftw. and srsly, i would give anything in the world to have a bottle of whiskey right now and be lost in a junkyard with a baseball bat.
this too shall pass. eff my effing hormones.