Out of left field...

this little blog id going to seem a bit out of place, and it is, because I'm only meant for meaningful blogs to be posted up on this site, but facebook is being a silly hooker and I'm putting it up here :)
Enjoy..

Ladies you know when its that special time in your life, that time when your cramped and none of your jeans fit, when you want to punch every one in the face, run down the candy isle and throw down a party size bag of M & Ms? Well sure you do( if you have a vagina anyways) well today I was going to pick up the goods for my visit from aunt flow. So I cruse down the the lady land Isle and some big fat creeper is on his cell phone texting away while leaning against the rack of plugs...
 As push my cart closer, captain chub is still parked in the same spot, so I try to go around him and clip an end cap with the front of my cart and knock down about  20 packs of eye liner.. I know he can hear me grumbling as Im picking them up from the floor, pissing and moaning about my back hurting.. he does nothing to help, but continues to text away.. ( for those that know me even on my VERY best day my fuse is short.. and when I'm having a lady moment its pretty much non existent!) After picking up everything I blurt out Geee thanks. He says nothing does not even look up from his stupid damn phone... I need my tampons... and this dumb shit wont move.. thats it... I clear my throat to get his attention... FINALLY he looks up at me, I have my hands on my hips and the WTF face on.. he looks at me with the dumbest most confused facial expression I have ever seen, and says "what?" so... I let him know.. " What, well for one your in my way." he takes about 4 steps well waddles away and get right back on the phone... I lose it and say What kind of freak text by the Tampons? He mumbles to me "how rude" I reply go cry about it stay puffed marshmallow man... and then he slowly waddled away.

the moral of this story is do NOT get in the way of a chick who is MAJORLY p.m.s.ing and her Tampons....