Stacy Kidd is a 20 year old fantasist who enjoys writing about videogames, society and gadgetry. She hopes one day to work in the creative industries, although she can't quite tell you exactly what she wants out of life yet.
This blog contains the remnants of shop-based life, though owing to up-and-coming Internet posting laws, I will probably stop soon seeing as I do not want to lose my million-pound contract.
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Warning:if you find talks of PMS (Pre-Menstrual Syndrome) icky, please do not read on.
A slightly off-the-ball topic of 'hormones' is plaguing my thoughts on this (rainy, miserable, dull, go-back-to-bed) day. Yeah, I have a lovely bout of PMS heading straight in my direction.
Currently all pleasurable thoughts are stacked as high as a collapsing Jenga tower, replaced by a few days of mood swinging, irritability, and good ole' fashioned swearing at those who do not sympathise with my pain.
This is a slightly awkward time for work, because although I am pretty good at keeping my emotions separate from the countless, faceless morons who do not know how to read/walk/think, I still find that in my head at least, I am swearing at them, and notably less happy-go-lucky than usual.
Perhaps working with so many male colleagues makes me feel like I stand out even more, and I sometimes wonder if they notice my changing of moods.
Still, should I ever lose the bottle and lash out at an unsuspecting customer (with involvement of a very very heavy PS3 and maybe a few HD-DVDs to hurl afterward), I can always get off the hook with the age-old excuse of "sorry, I was pre-mesntrual" :D