ON ONE’S IDEALS:
PMS: Love, love, love– I am so sick of that word!
Normal Self: You chose to wear those rings…
PMS: … Grrrrrrrrrrr!!!
ON ONE’S APPEARANCE:
PMS: And why oh why, oh why, did I wear this stupid white dress today? Then everybody will know when the Red Nile overfloweth! Why… Why… Why…
Normal Self: …
PMS: Why… Why… Why…
ON ONE’S PERSPECTIVE:
PMS: That is the ugliest freakin’ cake I’ve seen in my whole life.
Normal Self: You made it.
PMS: Oh just shut up.
ON ONE’S FULFILLMENT:
PMS: What am I still doing here? Why am I still doing this? I don’t want to be here anymore… What is my purpose in life? I am not happy… Oh my God, I am not happy at all…
Normal Self: OH WOULD YOU JUST ZIP IT, YOU WHINY LITTLE —–? GET OVER IT. IT’S ALL IN THE MIND. YOU’RE ALL IN THE MIND. TAKE A CHILL PILL (PREFERABLY SOME MIDOL AND A HOT PRESS) AND SLEEP IT OFF!
Tomorrow, you will fall in love with everything all over again.
Love in the Time of PMS,
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