i am pissed.
like PISSED.

and i don't know why. or at whom.

i think my let's-pretend-i-am-mother-Theresa act is falling through and it's all crashing down at me at the same time in perfect synchronicity.


or it could be just plain old p.m.s

i feel rather like Zeus.
i.e thunderbolt in hand ready to strike at will.
a little more clothed than him perhaps.
and maybe a little more female too.
Rawr.

he says my cat impersonations are surprisingly realistic.
>_O

and also, for the sake of not appearing a completely defunct member of society and actually having some fodder to talk about with my other fellow female friends ( alliteration not intended), im ACTUALLY ( it kills me to admit it) watching gossip girl. online. for free.
so sue me.
or trying to watch at any rate. i can't find the feckin (no that's not a swear) episode 15 and it's feckin pissin me feckin off.

feckin is NOTHING like the naughty f word. it's like.
feeding+clucking.
which makes me sound like a chicken.

i think earlier in this post somewhere i was being a cat.
a catchicken.
cachiken.
cluawwwwwr.


aaaaaaawwwhrggggghhhhhhh
i.needs.sleep.
and chocolate.
LOTS of chocolate.
and home and mum and a phone call from we know who and a big fat hug.

oh DEFINITELY pms-ing now.
shoooooooo....