Bitchfest

Okay, I'm gonna vent.

I'm tired (stayed up late last night bonding with roommate... in a completely non-cheap-porno fashion) and cranky (PMS) and oily (again, PMS) and horny (no idea) and LATE (stoopid period taking its sweet time, subjecting me to extended PMS). And it rained like the Great Flood today. And I had to park in South Africa again. And my kitchen flooded (totally unrelated to outdoor Great Flood) due to dumbass neighbors upstairs whose washing machine broke. And now my apartment smells like wet dog ass. And the shoes that I ordered from Ebay are still not here. And I never did get to go dress shopping today due to aforementioned kitchenflood. And I keep starting sentences with "and". And I have to read scientific journal articles about fucking spiders. Literally, they're fucking. And my bio class is full of grad students who actually give a damn about this crap. And I just want to finish my godforsaken major! ERG!

I need a cookie.

And a hug.

And a massage.

And maybe a little booty.

Dammit.