How do you make a hormone? Don't pay her.
My hormones are completely out of control right now. It's usually like this, it's nothing new. However, currently my life's stressors seem to have kicked it up a notch (or three) so today the whole "girl-hormone" thing is almost too much to handle. Like the straw that broke that poor camel's back (speaking of water retention).
Here's how I'm usually affected by my hormonal changes:
I eat. Anything. And a lot of it. Like the other day I should have guess this was starting when I had a Whopper Jr. and then before the paper wrapping even hit the trash can I was asking Kevin if he wanted to go to Taco Bell. Of course he said yes, he would never deny me. I proceeded to order my food and had to end my order with the words, "Don't judge" because I CLEARLY got a look from the counter girl. Whatever, bitch. I ate it all too. It seems like the foods I want to eat are all shitty, fast foods. Normally, I don't really eat those.
Tonight Kevin and I are going to indulge in some Chinese Carryout (more on the water retention, good stuff). I can't wait. It's sad that A) I am clock watching for 5pm when I can go to his house and get my fucking food and B) I'm blogging about it. S doesn't like Chinese food, or is it Japanese, or is it Thai...? I don't know... I just know there is some issue with rice and I haven't had any fucking Chinese Carryout in a long goddamn time and tonight's the night.
Can you JUST READ THE HORMONES coming through?
I drop things. I drive badly. I cry. I'm horny. I over-share.
I sound really fun when I'm hormonal, don't I?
So on top of all of this, I'm a little sleep deprived from working... and I'm trying to get my resume together for a job interview on Thursday. LOVELY time for a job interview I think. Perhaps I'll bring donuts, try not to spill coffee on myself, and over-share about
stealing work jello with possible (probable?) pubic hair my blog. Do you think they'll hire me then?