PMS makes me jealous.
It also makes me grumpy, ragey, and soryformyselfish.
Pretty much everyone I see I am jealous of, literally.
Like, for example, the only person I saw at Wal-Mart today that I didn't think had it better than me was the obviously homeless man fingering through his wallet.
Everyone else was with their families, or they didn't have families and were free to hang out with their friends and do as they liked, or they got to have a job (at Wal-Mart).
See where I'm going with this?
It's not rational.
And then, oh boy, I need to keep myself away from facebook cause there's actual, photographic proof that everyone is happier and has a better life than me.
Look at all the fun things they do!
Look at all the great friends they have adventures with!
Look at all the cute pics their husbands take of them!
Seriously I should just be locked up for 72 hours till the crazy subsides and my sense of perspective comes back.
I probably shouldn't post this post.
I might regret it in a couple of days but right now I really can't tell.
Maybe it's funny.