Can I have a tantrum?

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?