So, you know, I don’t give a shit if you ask me anything or not. But if you want to, by all means, knock yourself out.
:mad:
So, tell us what’s *really *bothering you.
Men! People! Life! Kids! Cat hair! Water spots! Check Engine lights! The way my neighbor slams the door! Earthquakes! People staring at me! Old people! The weather! Bright lights! Bad music! Tila Tequila! The war in Afghanistan! That gnat!
Should I go on?
Okay, I get the picture. Now, what can we DO for you?
Hmmm - not feeling like the Sexiest Woman Alive anymore, judging by your change in title…
…just that; I’m kinda afraid to ask you anything 
Just leave me alone! ::runs away crying::
Wait- will you make me some grilled cheese with muenster and cream of tomato soup… and then some chocolate would be good…
Then leave me alone!
Want some Midol laced Milky Way bars?
I hate Milky Way bars, and if you really loved me, you would know that!
::glares::
I know, right? Is he trying to make you FAT? Is that you want? For her to be FAT? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? That would just MAKE YOUR GOD DAMNED DAY.
:mad:
(Just giving a little solidarity to my sister in PMS. And if anyone has a problem with that, they can suck on it.)
::shrinks::
I…thought I was a girl…a fellow sister…solidarity…I’ll go now.
Psst… pass me the chocolate bar under the table and we’ll pretend this never happened.
When I was ovulating, I was the Sexiest Woman Alive- now I’m a goon. Duh. :rolleyes:
I once had a friend who said she wished she could bottle up how she feels when she has PMS and make selective use of it. Like when she has to call her health insurance company or deal with the bursar’s office at the University.
(It didn’t make her feel vulnerable, it made her feel totally stabby with a garnish of malicious)
How 'bout you? Anything you can do better like this than in conventional-hormones mode?
I’m much more efficient at expressing my true feelings to fellow drivers. I can also throw better.
rethinks making a comment on yet another “ask the” thread
sets down some chocolate and backs away
Yeah… you better run!
At least you can admit when you’re PMSing unlike most women I’ve known. Good for you!
Is your SO or cat or dog cowering in a corner somewhere?
Is it okay if I just throw this wet towel on the bathroom floor? I wanted to check first…
Can I join you?
I’ll just sit here and eat jelly beans and try to ignore everything annoying me and try not to bother you. K?
Chainsaw, crowbar, mallet, or shotgun?