Send me to my Room...Please!
Have you even seen a "cat fight"? No, I don't mean two felines. I mean two girls, scrapping it out, complete with hair pulling and limbs flailing. Well, if I could travel back in time, I just might get myself into that sort of situation. I would find myself in the Garden of Eden, standing near the forbidden tree...just waiting for Eve to show up. And I would try to talk reasonably with her...but if that didn't work, I would not be above an all - out cat fight. I would do whatever it took to keep her from sinking her pearly whites into that sumptuous looking fruit. Why? Because I'm tired of being a slave to my hormones! And I blame her for PMS, and lots of other issues too, but I firmly believe that before the fall of man, the body (in it's state of perfection) stayed in balance all month long, no ebb and flow of strange emotions running rampant through the mind. Even though I know why I am behaving badly, I feel helpless to stop the sullen attitude, the...