PMS rant.

It's just a matter of days. Believe me - I can feel it - the guy I bitched out yesterday can feel it - my boss can DEFINITELY feel it. Bugger. Thank goodness this fades.

So today my rant is Casual-chic.

Thanks to Paris Hilton and the whordes (hehe) of tall blondes who like to slum - fashion has been ruined. Women (formerly well dressed) are now sporting a pair of over-priced jeans for every occasion. Hideous.

Gone are the days where women and men alike dressed up. These days denim is accepted in places of worship, 5-star restos, anywhere really. I believe that people should use their attire to differentiate between mowing the lawn or going to dinner at a fine establishment. But perhaps they are making the statement that it really is the same to them and they don't care. Well good for them. They are making a hideous fashion statement of themselves.

PMS part 2

So I went to work out extremely pissed off. I wore a Bruce Lee shirt for inspiration (my new red one - yay) and stood right behind the instructor. Anger is really a great motivator to push oneself and get a great work out.

Don't bother asking me "what is wrong?" or other lame questions - I'm just writing this sentiment down. Taking note of my feisty disposition. Consider this my version of a docu-drama.

But if you really want to know. Nothing is wrong. Nothing. My life is fine and I'm just acting like an ungrateful spoiled brat. I'm just really pissed off. Like the PO factor is unreal this time round.

Great - so now my male audience (maximum 4 readers) are gonna think "aww..another irrational and emotional female"

Then my response to that is - I just did an hour of kick-boxing and with anger as my adrenaline - I can go for 3 more hours. Basically, I can kick your butt now. So don't "female" me now.

GRRRR

ANGRY PRINCESS