cocaine is a hell of a drug.

and pms-- is one hell of a weapon.

what has the power to turn an otherwise likeable perhaps even loveable me into a chocolate/cold cut devouring, bipolar, body conscious, man-hating delight to be with?

pms.

what do i get for all the things i do in this 'irritable condition'??

cramps.

yes, there is a god and he's definitely a man.

(sympathetic though, to his credit he did make ice cream)