Being a girl SUCKS.

I hate being a girl.

I hate bleeding for six to eight days a month.

I hate taking a highly ineffectual pill -- sometimes two -- and spending two days curled up in the fetal position with a heating pad.

I hate the mood swings.

I hate the inexplicable need to cry over sad movies.

I hate craving chocolate and high-fat-content foods.

I hate the lethargy.

I hate using girlie supplies and still needing to bleach my panties afterwards.

And above all, I HATE being reminded that I don't have a penis.




I'm gonna go curl up in a corner and die for a few days. I'll update again when I'm in in my hometown watching the play I helped write being produced by my old drama company.

~Emily Grace

The Weekend!

Today is Saturday and it marks the first official weekend that I've had -- that's actually BEEN a weekend -- in almost four months. Between work, life, moving, unpacking, repacking, drama coming out of my EARS, rodent problems, and friends, I haven't had two days of NOTHING to myself in almost four freaking months.

And now that I have the weekend, I'm going to be doing what I should've been doing months ago:

Writing, submitting, and making money.

... and drinking grape juice. Yum!

~Emily Grace

Yay!

I don't have to look for a new job! My manager sat me down and told me he'd feel horribly guilty for letting me leave under the circumstances I stated were my reasons for leaving, so he basically said "what can I do to keep you here?" so we worked out a bargain. No more drive-through, no more up-at-too-early-for-God, and I still get weekends off.

Now I remember why I love my job and the people I work with. This is why it felt like acid in my gut when I told him I was quitting. There will always be ups and downs, but between my therapist and my boss, I'm gonna be okay.

Speaking of boss ... Guess what's in two months?

Have YOU started your NaNoWriMo prepwork yet?

I have.

~Emily Grace