TMI

It's 1AM... I can't sleep. And I've been feeling bitter and angry these past few days.

Then I remembered that I'm a girl and not immune to the horrors of PMS. Sometimes I forget... and I'm left wondering why I suddenly feel like punching strangers in the face for no reason at all.

Stranger: "Hey, how was your weekend?"
Me: ...Do I LOOK like I want to have a conversation with you? I swear if you say one more word to me, I'll tear your fucking face off and pin it to the bulletin board!!... "It was alright."

On the outside, I'm pretty much the same old Chelsea. On the inside I'm the female Hulk, terrorizing the city and scaling the Sears Tower like I'm King Kong.