warning...bitchy rant with no point...

pms

goddam it! why is it that when you ask for a little bit of help it gets all turned around? i live in the friggin 50s over here. i should have an apron and tie my hair up with a little satin ribbon while shooing the young ones away so dad can relax with a drink while i make something wholesome and wonderful in the kitchen. see, the catch is, i am in no friggin mood! i am tired of asking for help and getting none. sucked the fun right out of my harry connick watching.
i am going to sulk and go to bed.

/pms