Katieblog

Attention men who may read this blog: menstruation will be briefly discussed below. If that makes you uncomfortable, stop reading now.

I decided a couple of months ago that medical science has come TOO FAR for me to put up with that pesky menstruation every month ANY MORE. I mean every single month, a girl gets tired of it. So I talked to the doc at the student health center, and she hooked me up with some new pills that I can take as long as I want, and my not so dear auntie will not visit until invited.

The thing is, I think they're giving me the 'roid rage, or the estrogen-equivalent. Check out yesterday's post on Rhapsody, or meet me in the supermarket and park your big dumb cart in front of the milk and wander off, or cut me off when I'm biking through town. You WILL get an evil glare, and if your window is open I will probably yell at you. I'm also likely to raise my hand in a "WTF ARE YOU DOING" sort of gesture. That's not a bird, mind you, but a WTF. If you are an idiot misogynist engineer boy, I might verbally abuse you, and if you cancel my frisbee game without notifying me I might threaten bodily harm. If you fake-date me and don't tell me about it, oh I will be pissed.

I am a nice person. And I'm pretty even-keeled. I give people the benefit of the doubt, I don't use the horn on my car except to say hello. Something's wrong with me if I spend several minutes of a bike ride composing a blog post in my head about the necessity of a horn on my bike.

I guess there are some other possible causes for this new-found and unwelcome rage. Maybe it's the election causing a low-level of stress that can only be relieved by blog reading. Maybe it's the exile in guyville that is my program, and my lack of a Berkeley craft night to counter the guy overload. Maybe it's the hormones. Somethings gotta change though, or someone's gonna get hurt.