GAH!
I know this because:
a) I have a zit. A big one.
b) I feel like I way approximately one tonne.
c) Judging by the way my favorite jeans are fitting, I’m probably actually 4 lbs less than that.
d) I’m shwanking Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory chocolate at an alarming rate.
e) I’m really, really cranky.
<…Grumble Grumble…>
Here ya go, honey:
LifeOnWry hands over a big ol’ bag of pretzels and a nicely warmed jar of hot fudge sauce
I feel for you.
Leaving a gallon of Rocky Road Ice Cream on your doorstep…
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Running away quickly!
I’d offer a foot-rub, but it sounds kinda dangerous…
Did you bring enough for everyone?
[knights]RUN AWAY!!![/knights]
Poeple at my school KNOW when I have PMS. The slightest insult to me or one of my freinds gets me in a mad frenzy and I usually end up frothing at the mouth. I don’t break out, but I get a stomache ache for about 10 minutes the day before. And, I cry whenever I watch disney Movies.
Ever notice that someone ALWAYS dies in disney movies? Ursela, Cinderella’s dad, Pocahantas’es fiancee dude, the cards in alice and wonderland, the king dude in Atlantis… The list goes on. And I bawl Everytime it happens.
I hate being a girl sometimes.
I know I’m PMSing (or pregnant) when the sound of a man chewing, breathing, or playing with his pocket change makes me want to take his eyeballs out of his head with my steel ruler and shove 'em up his arse.
Sorry…prego here. Work with engineers all day long-- male engineers. UGH! Helllllp meeeeeeeee.
I, too, hate being a woman sometimes 
My best friend and I tend to have the same cycle - which puts both of us in PMS at the same time. Our male best friend has started keeping a calendar.
Women never forget… They just lie in wait until the evil-doers are unsuspecting. He will be punished!
Remember guys:
(1) Make no sudden moves that may be interprieted as hostile.
(2) Don’t make eye contact.
(3) Slowly back away.
Oh wait, I’m thinking of bears.
Damn! And I was just gonna offer you some of MY PMS! I should have posted sooner. Oh well, I’ve got a bumper crop this month, so if anyone wants some, I’ve got a shitload!
Things are starting to deteriorate - I’m on to the dark chocolate.
::munch munch munch munch::
Well, I kicked my boyfriend out last night, in tears, saying he didn’t love me anymore because he wanted me to cook him a steak. And then I cried when he left because my puppy came out of his room and I thought that he didn’t love me anymore because he refused to sit on my lap. I sat there bawling, chowing down on a family size block of Milk chocolate.
I woke up with my period.
Last month’s PMS: my SO fed me M&M’s while I laid on the couch crying.
This month: I got sniffly today when he brought me home a mini chocolate bar in honor of The Bad Time.
He’s learning!
You rang? 
(The shades prevent eye contact. I hate it when something comes in contact with my eye!)
Actually, I was thinking, “Yeah, that sounds familiar…yep, that one, too…yeah, I know that one…”. Are you sure you aren’t all bears?
The real meaning of PMS: Pack My Suitcase!
I am in Cincinnati and sometimes work with Engineers. Just in case, can you warn me where you’ll be so that I don’t jingle my change whilst you have a ruler handy?
Last week I offered one of the mechanics at work a bright shiney quarter to poke out one of the production workers eyes for staring at me in a creepy sling-blade kind of way.
I think this past month hit a few of us hard cause it was a short month and that always messes cycles up.
I do feel sorry for one of my supervisors though. Poor guy has to deal with all the women on our shift who cycle about the same time. Tends to happen when you shove a bunch of women together and you spend lots of time together.
Just as one of us is getting out of PMS another is hitting it. Poor guy. I told him just to buy a big box of chocolates and hand them out to anyone who starts crying at a strong suggestion he might make.
He can be an awful to the point kind of guy when he wants to be and I don’t think he realises he is doing it.
We also have a male line tech that will avoid you like the plague and let you get away with anything if you just ask him for a quarter.
Well, I have all those symptoms, except A. Being male, I have to be rather concerned if I have PMS…
You know what else? Midol doesn’t do SHIT for it. I find that the only thing that works is having chamomile tea. Yelling at poeple makes it better sometimes, too.
I’m a freak though… I don’t like having chocolate… instead, I gorge on cheese and crackers.
Last year I was going through a very rough time (job going away, having to get another, knowing I was abandoning friends) and then PMS.
I cried all the way home from work - got home and the SOBBING hit, bawling my eyes out, inconsolable, wailing, keening, the whole bit.
I’m sitting in a dark room, having a little bit of an emotional collapse, and Mr Vena keeps asking what he can do. I finally tell him thank you but just go away and leave me alone with my kleenexes and my cat.
In a few minutes I hear the front door close as HE LEAVES AND DRIVES AWAY! Why would he think I was serious? More wailing and gnashing of teeth.
In about 20 minutes, he comes back home (I’m still weeping). He had gone to the mall to buy me back CinnaBuns (the big pack).
Damn, I love that man!