OT

I'm cleaning my desk. I can't tell you how much I hate this kind of cleaning. Go through all of the paperwork of *years* and shredding it. Any time I throw out more than one bag of garbage, I have flashbacks of my mom throwing out everything I owned, which she always did whenever I got "too messy" whatever that's supposed to mean. Some folks probably find this sort of cleaning cathartic- tossing out all of the garbage of the past, but I like to hold on to it. This just makes me claustrophobically surrounded by piles of papers, and I just want to sit here and cry.

Not healthy. I don't care.

They keep running "women's issue" commercials on the TV. It's bad enough they have "feminine supplies" ads all the time. If I ever meet the person who coined the phrase "Have a Happy Period" I will shoot them. I'm pretty sure they have a penis, because nobody else could be that stupid. All the birth control pill ads that make it sound that if we mess with your hormones wonderful things can happen. They always gloss over the side effects and never go into the mood swings one can experience with them. My body tends to overreact to the hormones. I go from a week of normal, a week of happy hyper fuckbunny, a week of the BITCH from hell who wants to kill everything that move, to a week where I'm so depressed I want to slit my wrists to see color. It's a VERY good thing I don't take these things. I just saw a commercial for PMDD. Oh no, apparently PMS is not enough to cover every thing or everyone.. so now they've announced PMDD... Super PMS. Yet again, it makes me wish I had a gun and knew some names.

Really, it's a good thing I'm a pacifist.  ¶ 11:10 AM