and now, for some more griping
i’m pmfingsing, bloaty, irritable, breaking out, and just plain groooooooooss. not to mention that my leg hurts like a mother, and i have a tennis tournament this afternoon. at least it’s doubles. not that i like doubles, but at least i’ll get to stand around and space out. somebody visit me so we can gorge ourselves on chocolate cake and pass out on the carpet.
now playing: Smells Like Funk- Black Eyed Peas because WE KEEP IT STINKY!