ground control to rachel...earth to rachel...come in...over.

Twiddling

I can't stop touching myself. It's subconscious. I will be sitting in my car and look over to see someone staring at me, widen my eyes with the WHAT?! look and realize I am completely picking my nose. I have had the sniffles and consequently have blown my nose into scabby flaky ruin. I can't stop picking at the nostril tissue rash now. No wonder my boyfriend isn't interested in having sex with me.

*snort*

I was supposed to meet friends downtown for (my favorite) korean soup but the period is here and I am afraid my uterus will fall out so I am going to do society a favor and lay low. But true friends won't mind if your uterus falls out in their living room right? Of course not! So since being around my boyfriend just makes me sad because I end up wondering why he doesn't desire me and while the whole mental mindfuck that comes with that (no matter how logical I try to be) is fun in it's Hi I am a total raving lunatic-kind of way, I am going to take the high road and make myself scarce. I am sure it is bothering me so much because I have been PMSing. Well that's not true. It always bothers me as it has been a problem for some time now. Needless to say, avoidance is always the best answer when discussing it does nothing. *lol* I am going to grab Harold & Kumar go to White Castle Unrated version DVD, drive my bloated ass over to my friend Stacey's house, crawl into her bed and eat her left over chicken casserole masterpiece she has been bragging about. Maybe she'lll rub my tummy for me.

Have a good one and send get well cards with charitable checks payable to RACHEL THE BLOATED LUNATIC.

Thank you.

posted by Rachel @ 10:39 AM