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Look, I'm not doing this for you, but for my own dark and twisted reasons. Oh, and because everyone else is doing it.

 
 

August 21, 2005

indulging the estrogen

Generally, I enjoy being a woman. I like being in touch with my feelings. I have an affinity for girly things (perfume, cosmetics, jewelry). I embrace having a rack...

... except for a few days each month. Like today, for example. I'm restless, a little anxious, and too sensitive. I'm thinking too much and crying over shows such as Extreme Makeover Home Edition. (Actually, that show always makes me a little teary.) And most of you know how much I hate to cry. I find a reason to laugh in the most awkward of situations. It's what you call a "defense mechanism". I get it from my father. He's hilarious.

What I'd like to know is whether I should just give into the dark side completely? Haul out Indiscreet or Breakfast at Tiffany's or Four Weddings and a Funeral, bring out the Puffs and have a good cry? Does fighting it just prolong the agony? I mean, I'm all out of chocolate ferchrissakes!

[Please send me some chocolate. I like Milka. Or anything Belgian.]

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