Close to Losing It

Last night was a rough night, I know it's just a phase that I'll get over soon enough as I must be PMSing on top of it all. But if August doesn't fly by and if Giuliano doesn't get here soon, I might be close to acting out in a very bad way. So I do what I need to do to get through it - have a glass of wine or two, watch funny TV that makes me laugh out loud, blast music through my JBL speakers and iPod, make my own dance floor out of my studio condo, dance out all my angst lights out in front of my skyline view, shower it all off, sit in my Ijoy massage chair for more than two cycles, read magazines til complete exhaustion hits, fall asleep with "The Wedding Planner" playing on the TV background. Zzzzz.zZZzz.....(snore)

It's a new morning. I've already done my dishes, am about to vacuum and then will head off to the gym and work out more angst. Go get a bright coral-colored pedicure and tell my pedicurist about my G as I haven't gotten a pedicure since April prior to my trip to Costa Rica prior to the time when Giuliano fell in love with my pedicured, toe-ringed toes - then spend a million dollars at Target, it's called retail therapy. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, man.