THE BITCH IS BACK

Ok about once a month this bitch moves into my body and she is a holy terror! She is back. Dun,dun, dun...

She is quite intollerable and tends to scream FUCK FUCK MOTHER FUCK, all day long in my head. She also rants at traffic, SON OF A BITCH, DRIVE THAT MOTHER FUCKER ALREADY, see what I mean, she is a real pain in the ass.

I noticed her arrival last night as I walked in to the house and the men were watching a movie I rented...yes they were watching it without me!! MOTHER FUCKERS! And because I didn't want to go to bed or in my room, I sat and watched the end of the movie. At this point I could feel her bristling in my veins and trying to ooze out my pours. But I pushed the bitch back and decided to be civil. In conclusion I decided it was good and that I just saved myself two and a half FUCKING hours now that I have seen the end and will NOT be watching the first two hours. Send me the next movie, netflix.

Then this morning, while I was calmly trying to get my self together, there she is in the mirror...staring back at me with hate in her eyes. GAH! She bitched about the roll of fat that reappeared just under the brestestes and above the waist, she said something like...SON OF A BITCH, DIDN'T WE OUST THAT MOTHER FUCKER LAST YEAR, UGH. See she just rides my ass.

She also gave me shit about my new hair style, gah, I like it. But NO, she was all up in my shit about NOW HOW ARE WE GOING TO STYLE IT! NO DON'T DO THAT! YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T WEAR THAT SHIT ON YOUR FACE! So to appease her, I swept it all back and sprayed the holy shit out of it, and all she could say was...YOU KNOW THAT SHIT IS GOING TO FALL AND THEN I WILL TORTURE THE HELL OUT OF YOU FOR TRYING TO PULL THAT OFF. Ugh, all I need is a little encouragement and love, but this bitch won't even consider my feelings.

And now to the final round of getting ready this morning, ugh. I was trying to cover the aforementioned roll, and put...I lost count...at least 7 shirts or sweaters over my cute little white cami (which I am sure I will spill something on in the next 30 seconds). And she was like, SEE IF YOU WOULD NOT HAVE LET THOSE GD FUCKING CARBS BACK INTO YOUR LIFE, YOU COULD WEAR ANYTHING IN THIS CLOSET! SO GO AHEAD AND WEAR THAT SHIRT THAT MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE A TANK (army that is) JUST GO AHEAD.

So now I am at work...trying to keep the bitch under control, but she just wants to scream and tear all the shit off the walls...hopefully she will not try to get me fired today.

Signing off until the next fun installment of...well only God knows what. FUCK OFF YOU MOTHER FUCKERS. See there she is again...ugh, this will be a long day!