For all you ladies out there, beware the 3 a.m. cramps. Especially if you have been consuming large quantities of alcohol. I wonder if anyone else has this problem: drinking multiplies cramps by a factor of two hundred. Do you know what that equals? One pissed off drunk girl who sure doesn't want to be touched. Unfortunately, when you are surrounded by drunk friends with whom you were having such a dandy time five minutes ago, no one understands what could cause such a rapid, massive mood change. In the middle of the party mostly populated by inebriated men is not the time to explain. I chose instead to lie on the couch until someone sobered up enough to drive me home where I could sleep the pain away. I love being a girl!

I think the human reproductive system is further proof that God has a sense of humor. Think about it, girls begin menstruating at eleven or twelve, long before they are anywhere near mental maturity. Hell, they don't even hit their sexual peak until late twenties to early thirties. Guys, on the other hand, start filling their happy sacks around eleven or twelve and are automatic weapons all the way through puberty. The majority of women, having nowhere near the same sex drive in their teen years are constantly fighting off pawing hands. Along comes the twenties and guys slow down as women pick up. Suddenly the roles are reversed! Where is the logic in that? God, in her all knowing self, had to have known this was going to happen. Maybe she was bleeding when she thought this whole thing up. That or she was pissed off at humanity in general so she did her best to make sure sex drives never match up. She's definately a women; a man would never be such a bitch.

Ah yes, I am going to hell. Let me know if you want me to save you a seat.

Wow, blogs are a hella-good time. It is rather amusing to ramble and wonder who will stumble across it.