hula hoops and hampster wheels

So I'm taking the pill, and I've tried to be on the pill before -- and it has failed me -- I've turned yellowish, I've been highly emotional, I've borderline bed ridden for all sleep I craved while being on it, so at my last "Hooray-I'm a Woman Appointment" -- (the least favorite of all varieties) -- she put me on a lower dose of estrogen and in addition to making go through a second puberty - I'd ward of the possibility of baby monsters growing inside me.



The symptoms:



So far, I'm turning into a super sap -- I want to cry at least once a week, over completely irrational - ridiculous stuff. (I better not find any notes that are being passed around about this! haha) Seriously though -- the wrong song on the radio and I'm blubbering, this is very out of charachter and I can't stand it.


I'm fantasizing about making out (among other things) with Dave almost constantly -- and yes, i'm quite the hornball as of recent.

I have no attention span. I"m normally not a clock watcher -- but this whole week I've been little Miss Clock Watcher.

Fits of uncontrollable giggles -- yes, just like they happened in the 5th grade -- no reason, just giggles --- it's entertaining, but annoying at the same time.

I love ice cream, milk and cheese -- I have not been a big fan of the dairy products until last week -- now I love them and I need them, this being typed as I work on a bowl of chocolate ice cream drowning in syrup.

I just want to sleep in. SO now I'm going to go take a nap. I'm tired -- but just thankful that I have my thyroid being regulated and I"m being a good girl about taking my Rx .

This article was in redbook - and it's pretty interesting, especially about the men being afraid of women drivers -- Dave has confessed that he is a little freightened at times when I'm driving but - instead of just being afraid -- he wants to conquer his fear and hope that I'll be a become a better driver. So we trade off at his discretion - I'd be fine with not driving us around - and I'll admit it - I'm a nervous driver, always have been always will be --- but you mix me being a little nervous, a little lost, and god forbid anything beyond the desired clear weather pattern.

But, once Dave's in the passenger seat -- I'm more than just nervous, I'm also dyselexic - I'm about to embark on nervous driver torture -- as someone thinks it's quite funny to yell at me when I'm turning the correct direction. For example -- I'm making a left hand turn -- he will yell in repetition LEFT LEFT LEFT as if I was going the wrong way -- so then I have to stop and rethink about it -- causing me to get more confused about where I'm going. So I would like to apologize to all the women drivers out there who drive well and don't get east/west, north/south, left/right and god forbid how to use 3 roundabouts in a row to get going east bound -- for those who can do it, and do it well -- I commend you and I"m sorry I have perpetuated this Women are bad drivers mentality --- but I'd rather be on the passenger side so don't make fun of me -- I know i'm a crappy driver.

So the truth has finally come out -- yesterday, I admitted to Dave just how ridiculously addicted to diet coke I was --- now, I don't like it all -- but on an average day I would consume at minimum 15 cans of diet coke -- it was my supply of water - my life line -- at the rate I was drinking it - it was like oxygen. He is shocked, disgusted and a little bit amazed, he doesn't drink a lot of coke, he had a whole 1 can during hte day and sometimes coke with dinner. I'm not caffine free just yet, I got up this morning and had some juice -- got to work and had a regular Dr. Pepper, and now it's lunch time and I'm on a diet mt. dew --- and the I don't know if it's my new taste buds from not smoking, or what but the carbonation in diet soda hurts my poor delicate tongue so I"ve been drinking beaucoup de water

Accessories: Jason Preston's Dead Mouse Is Courtney Love's Fault


EWWW!!! How disgusting. I can't believe fashion sometimes.