You know what I really, really hate?

Every week a certain person sends me at least three religious chain letters. These really, really piss me off. I highly doubt that St. Theresa will take a heaping karmic poop on me if I break the chain. And no, I’m not going to send this letter to 50 people to show I love me some Jesus.

(Look! I’m sending you an e-mail about Jesus! That makes me a good, moral person, right? RIGHT? )

(I believe the correct answer to this question is “NO!” And if you keep sending me this tripe when I’ve politely asked you several times not to, you are going to “meet your maker” sooner than you anticipated!)

You know (pausing to think and eat some candy)… Typically when I see religious e-mails from this person, I just roll my eyes and delete. Maybe… Just maybe…. I need Aunt Flo to pack her shit up and LEAVE! Maybe its just that I’m tired of being bloated. And even more tired of being tired. My new elliptical trainer has been kicking my butt lately. But yet, nothing fits me due to the bloat! Do you KNOW how much chocolate and ice cream I’ve eaten in the last 48 hours? Do you KNOW how much time I’m going to have to spend on that damn piece of equipment in repentance?

Gawd. I can’t WAIT for menopause.