khaki.
i think i am on the verge of another mental breakdown.
after careful observation, i can conclude that this cycles repeats itself approximately every fortnight. i'd have two weeks of peace and happiness, then two weeks of binge-ing, mood-swinging insanity. therefore, i would like to ask if there is a male equivalent of PMS because i am seriously so fucked-up right now.
first of all, i have these huge yearnings for comfort food smack right in the middle of the night. it definitely does not help when jamie oliver and nigella lawson are playing masak-masak in their respective kitchens on tv. food pornography... gaaaawd, kill me. okay, so i go around the kitchen scouring for food to binge on. i find nothing but unhealthy, mass-manufactured shit. so what do i do? i eat, DUH. the thing is, after you eat, you're suppose to feel satisfied, right? NOOO! i felt horrible and guilty! disgusted by the fact that high-fat, high-sodium junk was floating in my stomach. i hope i dont sound like a health freak but imagine if this goes on, i'd be all fat and lumpy in no time! my arteries would be clogged and my cholesterol levels would shoot through the roof! urm... dammit, what else did biology teach me?!
the mood swings also drive me crazy. well, they also drive me to binge because I EAT MY FEELINGS, BITCHES. so you see, girls? guys eat their feelings too. now, how about those chocolate brownies...
ooops, i have homework to do. i'm not bothered though, not yet. i still have three days, three glorious days to complete 50 extremely abstract (well, abstract only for a dimwit like me) maths questions. procrastinate procrastinate procrastinate
after careful observation, i can conclude that this cycles repeats itself approximately every fortnight. i'd have two weeks of peace and happiness, then two weeks of binge-ing, mood-swinging insanity. therefore, i would like to ask if there is a male equivalent of PMS because i am seriously so fucked-up right now.
first of all, i have these huge yearnings for comfort food smack right in the middle of the night. it definitely does not help when jamie oliver and nigella lawson are playing masak-masak in their respective kitchens on tv. food pornography... gaaaawd, kill me. okay, so i go around the kitchen scouring for food to binge on. i find nothing but unhealthy, mass-manufactured shit. so what do i do? i eat, DUH. the thing is, after you eat, you're suppose to feel satisfied, right? NOOO! i felt horrible and guilty! disgusted by the fact that high-fat, high-sodium junk was floating in my stomach. i hope i dont sound like a health freak but imagine if this goes on, i'd be all fat and lumpy in no time! my arteries would be clogged and my cholesterol levels would shoot through the roof! urm... dammit, what else did biology teach me?!
the mood swings also drive me crazy. well, they also drive me to binge because I EAT MY FEELINGS, BITCHES. so you see, girls? guys eat their feelings too. now, how about those chocolate brownies...
ooops, i have homework to do. i'm not bothered though, not yet. i still have three days, three glorious days to complete 50 extremely abstract (well, abstract only for a dimwit like me) maths questions. procrastinate procrastinate procrastinate
is there something on your mind?
fuck yea.
12 June 2009 at 09:48
are you absolutely fucking surely fairly certain of ur gender??
or ur one of those emotionally open guys?
lol.... make me chocolate cheese. ive lost enough weight to eat heavenly. not sinfully, mind. nth so awesome can come from down there top
12 June 2009 at 22:48
aiyayaya..mood swing again...
come on!!cheer up top