Its a curse

PMT I have decided can stand for pretty mean titch. Luckily for most people, I am able to supress the homicidel feelings I have right now and put on a happy face. I can't remember when its been this mad. This is what I am convinced I look like right now:

Attractive yeah? The mood swings range from anger, we are talking steam out of ears to tears at something stupid like the blue writing on the bus advertisment.

Of course the kid chose just the right moment to ring me the other day and the conversation went along the lines of: "Hi, look I need you or Mammy2 to come to the dole office.."
"Look, I checked" "DON'T INTERRUPT ME! Right, here's the thing, I can't be expecting (insert boyf's name here) and his mam to support me and me not contributing anything. I can't seem to get a job and someone has to support me and the government has a responsibility to me, so I think you can do things. Either one of you takes some time off and comes with me to the dole office or you can send me out a 100 euros a week to support me"

Silence

And then I ripped into her telling her to never dare talk to me like that again and who did she think she was expecting us to support her when she's moved out. I hung up the phone. I was fuming. I haven't been that angry in a long time and not with her. I very rarely lose the head with her, but I suppose it was a combination of PMT and her demand. She was way out of line. A half hearted apology followed which I ignored.

Yesterday there was a proper apology so things are okay now. Thank god, as I was going to demand an apology before she would be setting foot in the flat again. The PMT hasn't improved and I wonder why people don't sit near me on the bus. I reckon is the here's Johnny smile I have plastered to my face. Or perhaps its the axe, who knows. Tonight we are catching up with the mate S, heading to the market bar which have the best bravas ever. If you haven't tried them out, you have to!

I have this in my paws at the moment and its a real grower.

Much like fungus according to my work mates. I made the mistake of mentioning I had heard a song from McFly and one of my workmates had some sort of coughing fit. Apparently this is information I should not be sharing with the general public and also not share when he is eating god bless him. Some people are so strange about liking boy bands. Its all about credible music. Wanting people to judge you based on how cool your music collection is. I don't get it. Perhaps because my music collection is not 'cool'.