There is a monster...

... inside of me and it is a dreadful and disgusting thing.

It's one ruthless mofo I tell you. When it decides to visit, I find it insane how I end up on this flipping rollercoaster of emotions and complete irrationality. Thank heavens it's not a frequent visitor, but when it knocks on my door...


My dear friends and family can attest to this. They have survived MANY close calls with me and my monster.

One minute I'm chirpy and happy, and the next I'm snarling at anyone who so much as breathes! In one instance, I can't be arsed about something, the next... I'm bawling my eyes out because of it. Yesterday, I craved carrot cake ALL day with cream cheese topping oh yummy (shat! here we go again!) and got annoyed because I know that no place in Geneva makes good carrot cake. AND the latest episode (an hour ago!) I was thinking of something and oh mon dieu! suddenly I felt like my head was gonna explode from sheer anger. Yes, I know. I'm psycho. I need help. And then, five minutes later... I got tired, shrugged my shoulders and started playing Bejeweled Blitz.

Like WTF?

This crap (Argh! I even swear more on PMS!) needs to stop. Pe aga iai la sa'u faga meme'i se'i faga ai se ulu a se isi. lol.

Let me go do some yoga & see where that takes me... but at least you have been warned!

Happy weekend :)