This period has been quite minor cramp wise (which is usually my problem), but holy hell are my emotions getting kicked in the balls with steel toed boots. I have been feeling tragic and desperate and teary and and furious and hateful.... I truly had a horrible day at work because I was completely incapable of handling any of the normal hiccups that come with programming. I am also starving, or at least am fixating on food despite having eaten a very reasonable supper already. I have been craving rainbow bit canned frosting more strongly than I think I have craved anything in my life.
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When I'm not thinking about how I want to kill things and cry, I am thinking about rainbow bit
canned frosting. My friend Jourdan can attest to this as I have mentioned it a bunch of times all week. Seriously, all I want to do it sit down with a can rainbow bit frosting and a spoon and just eat the whole thing.
I have been thinking about it non stop. I imagine how it would taste, how the rainbow bits would melt in my mouth, the creamy thick taste coating my tonuge, sweetly melting down my throat. God damn I want some of that stupid disgusting icing. I had to get groceries today and I had to skip the baking isle because I knew if I saw it I would buy it, and if I had a can of that crap in my house I wouldn't be satisfied with just a spoonful or something. I would eat the whole thing. I know it. So I didn't go near it, didn't buy it. I did, however, figure out how many points it would be for a can of that crap.
Sadly, as gross as 43 points is, that totally has NOT reduced my craving even in the slightest. I feel like a sociopath.
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Hunger: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepic
Body Image: not good
General disposition: stabby and weepy all at once
Song of the day: Bodies by Drowning Pool
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