Angry Chick Crossing....

I blame PMS and why shouldn't I?  Every woman does, it's the only excuse we have to be a raging cunt for no apparent reason.  I at least hope it's the PMS.  It could be the naked lotioning (yup, night #34 in a row), the constant nails on a chalkboard sounds of the flute practice next door, but maybe it's the interview for the pyramid scam I had this afternoon, or wait could it be the guy on the tube who pushed me aside to get the last seat?  I can't pinpoint it, it could be the blank page of a critique that's due in two days or merely the fact that I am never alone.....EVER!!!!

The love affair is over, at least for this week.  It's exactly 3 months since I moved here and it feels like forever, in a bad way.  I am in a funk, a funk that cannot be cured by some rough, hot, angry sex (I tried to de-funk myself with sex to no avail last night).  I need space, a bubble of my own, sans naked asians and angry flautists!  I am way too old and have lived on my own too long to be sharing quarters this close, even my shoes are angry with the lack of closet space!  Even when I escape this dorm from hell, I am still not alone, there is an Albanian there wanting to cuddle and ask about my day.  Well guess what? Despite what RomComs say, women do not always want to cuddle, sometimes it hot and your balls on the back of my leg can be enough to make a girl wake in the middle of the night and elbow you in said balls!  Hypothetically speaking of course. 

Tomorrow is another day, a day that I will avoid everything.  I will force myself to be a library nerd and finish the stuff that's hanging over my head and then I'm going to get drunk, sloppy drunk! And when I've drank the bar clean, I'm going to parade my naked ass around my suite (lotion included) and see how she likes them tits!