I don't usually like to make a big deal about girl stuff because some people get embarassed and some other people think it's in poor taste, and I don't really want to go around broadcasting it, but I will say that PMS is just not the most fun thing in the world about being a girl. Especially the part where the hormones convince the brain that it should worry and prevent sleep for an entire night. Also especially the part where my tummy inflates and all my jeans are uncomfortable, but just at the waist. The zits, too, those can go. As can the cramps, especially the ones that extend their painful reach to the tops of my legs. This is the part I really hate about being a girl.
But other parts about being a girl I love, like the clothes. Boys just don't have cute clothes like we do. Sorry, boys.
I don't love shopping, but I love finding a good bargain, and I especially love finding a good, pretty, sparkly bargain. Even more than that, I love wearing those good, pretty, sparkly bargains.
One of the shirts I ordered from Old Navy as part of next year's work wardrobe was all wonky, so I needed to get something else, and wouldn't you know that God has a reason for everything, because the other shirt didn't match perfectly and tonight I found one that does. On the cheap, too. I put it on with the skirt and I twirled around (as much as one can when standing on a toilet in order to use the bathroom mirror to see most of an outfit, anyway) and felt all pretty and nice.
Until, of course, the tops of my legs reminded me that being a girl isn't just all twirling skirts and sparkly tops.
Oh, well. At least the uncomfortable parts don't last forever.
And also? Advil.
Goodnight, all. I've got an extra night to make up for tonight, and I'm going to hurry on to it.
2005-11-21 - 10:26 p.m.
