fergie's Diaryland Diary
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PMS_2
Spike:
How are you babe? Still PMSing?
fergie:
no I had an upswing
fergie:
so yes but now just the good part
fergie:
wheeeeeeeee
Spike:
lol
Spike:
so you aren't throwing away cell phones?
fergie:
no that was when I was confused
Spike:
I just read your weblog and got all caught up on fergie
Spike:
I hadn't read it since you broke out of the mental hospital. oh and I want to meet this guy that stole your underwear. he must be a hottie
Spike:
OK the English language is going to hell in a hand basket and people in the media are helping to grease the bottom
fergie:
ugh. tell me about it. I hate greasy hand baskets.
Spike:
I just heard a fish expert talk about fish and call them fishes
fergie:
that makes me want to cry.
8:43 p.m. - Jan. 23, 2003
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PMS
Men have PMS too.
I don�t care what kind of crap I get for this entry, so don�t even bother.
End of the month. Body chemicals insane. Suddenly, fergie flips into super-bitch mode. I can barely even feel my face, and I have no way of forcing it into a smile. These are days I seriously try not to interact with people at all costs. It�s like my personality is suppressed and I only feel agitated. I have to rely on acting skills to seem even remotely pleasant. I�m still a total bitch. My reaction to all outside stimulation is that total annoyance. I can barely even stand to breathe.
Good thing for automatism.
We are creatures driven by chemicals and electrical impulses. Sometimes things can go a little haywire. Other times they get fucking insane.
The best thing to do it throw the covers back over my head, call off work and sleep the day away. This doesn�t usually happen. Why? Today it was because I need my days off to go on job interviews.
So I made it though the day, as I make it through every day, but with venom running through my veins. Everybody goes a little crazy sometimes. The upswing is that I know I�m leaving the company I�m with now, so every day there is a little more detached.
Later, like a switch, I�m super-happy. Not just glad to be home or relaxed from the day, but gleeful, joyous, bouncing around, drunk on life happy. Welcome to my upswing.
9:59 p.m. - Jan. 22, 2003
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thong
WIN A THONG
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