PMS Diaries

I'm an emotional rollercoaster but I assure you that I'm fine. No, I haven't killed anyone. Yes, I'm still a walking contradiction. To be honest, I've been trying to be productive in other ways or at least, I keep telling that to myself. I closed Facebook over a year ago and recently, decided to get rid of Instagram as well. No, nothing drastic pushed me into that decision. Yes, stalking exes and coworkers will be harder but I'll survive. If I'm going to provide a reason as to why I did it, it happened after talking with one of my good friends and realizing how much time I was wasting on social media. What's the point anyway? We try to portray our lives on social media as a mix of perfection and spontaneity and for what? For a like? For a comment? I mean, I'm pretty sure at this point everyone's tired of my face, my cats and Boomerangs of my record collection. We need to get over ourselves and understand that we're not that interesting and...

"I'm doing you a favor!" Relationship boundaries: Chapter I Greetings! If you're familiar with my blog you know about the pizza incident (if not, click here ). You know, the one where you've been daydreaming about some leftovers and you finally arrive home and it's half-way there (or completely gone). Last night, I failed myself. I ordered pizza and wings for an incredible Wednesday night in by myself. Since I'm not an animal (I only ate half of the pizza and six wings), I decided to eat the remnants of the previously mentioned feast this afternoon.  As humans, creatures with consciousness, memory and common sense; most of the time we learn from our mistakes. If we did something in the past that had consequences, we do everything in our capability to avoid repeating those errors. That doesn't apply to Ryan Scott.  As I opened the pizza box and noticed a chunk of it was missing, I didn't know how to react. A couple of minutes earlier, I w...

Almost midnight and I'm awake... That only means one thing. The Red Monster has arrived. Greetings, favorite people in the world. It's my birthday week and my body is in auto-sabotage mode. My period decided to grace my life three days before her due date and I'm already borderline intoxicated with Midol and Ibuprofen.  For someone like me, anything past 10:00 o' clock is past my bedtime. I'm living on the edge by even considering being productive tomorrow after not having eight hours of sleep. But hey, I'm all about the YOLO life. Talking about YOLO, after careful consideration and a terrible hangover Monday morning, I decided not to drink ever again. We all know that's a lie but I don't think my body will be able to endure that kind of behavior anytime soon. I mean, it was fun, I had a great weekend but the consequences were destructive.  Oh! And guess who has been working out and eating healthy? This bitch right here! Wanna know why and how y...

I twisted my ankle two hours ago... I started writing this entry on April 26th and here we are, it only took me two weeks and a half. Greetings, muffins! Iiiiiit's Monday and it feels like one too. I had a couple of beers yesterday celebrating the mamas around me and as usual, I'm regretting it. Also, guess what? Yes, you're right! I'm fucking ovulating. #Blessed . But let's go back to my ankle. It was a Thursday afternoon, I was minding my business at the office and forgot to close the pet gate. A cat walked in, I freaked out, tried to chase him away but my leg was asleep so I kind of sprained my ankle. It was terrible! My legs weren't shaved and I had a three-week-old pedicure gracing my toes. I waited around seven hours for Ryan to drive me to the hospital cause "it wasn't that serious" and "it could wait". I ended up with some ornamental crutches, bandages and a fascinating medical bill for my collection. I'm still in pain an...

Men, huh? Greetings, peeps! I don't want to be your typical women stating that men suck or that they are the worst (even though that's the case sometimes) but I want to talk about those in my life. I've always been that girl that gets along better with guys (insert the meme of the woman with the hotdogs in her mouth) and I've still managed to make poor dating choices. I'm part of a group chat with my "guy" friends and I've learned some fascinating things about those around us that carry a penis. There's a ban on "likes" on hot girls Instagram pictures, boosting egos and the eternal "personality is better than a pretty face" debate. I'm an asshole, everyone knows this, I'm a smart ass, I'm sarcastic and I like a good fight. As a matter of fact, I like to push their buttons until they curse me (Hola, Monchis!) but we've learned to not take it personally (I think they don't?). Naturally, they have pretty go...