I don’t care if men don’t believe in PMS, or that Bikram himself thinks it’s bullshit …
My stomach just magically bloated up to the size of a melon and I feel sad / weepy / emotional all of a sudden.
Fuck you, PMS.
In other news, I dreamt I was Shirley Manson [frontwoman of Garbage, possibly the BEST alt rock group of all time] who was dating Joseph Encinia [hot hot hot hot hot drool drool drool – er, I meant, USA Men’s Champion in the National Asana Championships]. Oh my god. I think I need to lay off the cheese before I go to bed.
Did I just confess to having a mega crush on Joseph Encinia [who, by the way, already has a girlfriend]? Er, yeah. But so what, all the girls at my training were going GA GA [ooh la la! Want your bad romance!] over him.