I'm doubled over in pain. Gas pain? This is one of the times I swear I'll die.
I feel almost like...Like Water For Chocolate. My stomach in tune with my soul. Disturbed indeed. Well not exactly like the story..but I'm in a strange poetic kind of mood. Or whatever.

What the fuck? I don't believe what he said...maybe I interpreted it wrongly. I really do wonder you know. If he meant what I thought he did, right now, I'd like to bash his fucking head in. And you guys wonder why women go fucking psycho. *sigh* Wasted words? I wonder you know. I really do. Maybe it's an experiment in self torture.