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I hate PMSing. Last night I wanted to burn Jeff's speakers as Eve Radio skipped its streaming audio and mixed Bon Jovi with Techno and Weird Al. Today, I'm cramping. I just wish the red flow would begin so I could get this done and over with. Not just a red trickle, but a tsunami, similar to when Dracula and Lucy hooked up in Bram Stroker's Dracula. I can just feel it building up and I just want it OUT dammit!

I had to leave the room last night before I kicked his computer in a fit of "KNOCK THIS SHIT OFF STUPID MOTHERFUCKING STREAMING AUDIO" rage mixed with, "If I have to hear You Give Love a Bad Name mixed with Wanted Dead or Alive, mixed with Bad Medicine, mixed with This is the Life by Weird Al, I'm going to stab someone in the head" anger.

Some women have said they feel more vital and powerful when they're PMSing and on the rag. I think those women are anomalies.