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posted by: pinkiey (reply) post date: 02.16.04 (10:52 am) i love cows.. sorry um i think its PMS.. posted by: lynne (reply) post date: 02.16.04 (10:53 am) Nat, your posts always make me smile :) |
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Last night I was watching an episode of series II of the Forsyte Saga on PBS. On the death of a beloved character (a cad but a lovable cad) I began to cry and surprised myself when I heard a moan coming from deep inside me. Why was I crying over the death of a fictional character? Soldiers die in Iraq on a daily basis and do I shed a tear. Yes, actually, especially when I hear Peter Jennings (sigh) talk about them on World News Tonight, but that is not quite my point. I found myself in this really animated conversation with myself about being such a bleedin' sap at the slightest hint of emotion. A few weeks or so ago I was watching this Hallmark movie which was constantly being interrupted by commercials for Hallmark cards. Would you believe that this distinguished member of the Royal Gumby Society sat there crying after every card commercial? Yes, I did. There are two questions to ask. No...wait... three. One - what on God's good earth was I doing watching a freakin' Hallmark movie? Two - why the f--k didn't I change the channel during commercials? Finally, three - was it PMS? My alter ego argued ferociously. She said I was depressed about something and that it was just under the surface and soon all would be clear. I told her to put a sock in it and stop being as cryptic as Miss Cleo. Bitch! Gives West Indian people a bad rap. I hate it when I argue with her. She never argues fairly - always brings up crap from the past like the time I broke my brother's fingers. What does that have to do with hormonal imbalances? Really?!! Eventually things settled down. We agreed that I had issues. Wait - shouldn't it be "we have issues". No, you...I mean I...you know what you're saying. You!