Outta my way! Raging bitch coming through…

Or rather, the worse case of PMS in my life! I don’t know what the fuck is up with my hormones lately, but it seems like the older I get, the worse my PMS and “visits from Aunt Flo” are. Either that, or I am turning mental and will need to be locked up and restrained in the near future. Damn those voices and obsessive thoughts…

So if you see me, do not make direct eye contact, and play dead when within a 30-foot radius. Shield your women and children from my wrath. Take cover in a nearby bomb shelter, or run as far away as your feeble limbs will carry you. Oh, and don’t ever look back.

On that note, Happy Holidays!