Posted on October 13, 2009 by Nada Gordon so tired… the hormones hate me Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
I first read this as “the hormones ate me.” Transmitting wishes for hormonal amity and energy. “Hormones, back off, we need her!”
Thank you, Rodney. Yeah, how can I be court reporter for the sensorium if the hormones keep ganging up with the quotidian to retard me? This too shall pass: it always does: it's part of the cycle: but I'm getting tired of the taste of Floradix, blackstrap molasses, and oysters. If you have any influence with the hormones, though, tell them to just let me be a CRONE already, and enough with the melodrama!
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I first read this as “the hormones ate me.” Transmitting wishes for hormonal amity and energy. “Hormones, back off, we need her!”
Thank you, Rodney.
Yeah, how can I be court reporter for the sensorium if the hormones keep ganging up with the quotidian to retard me?
This too shall pass: it always does: it's part of the cycle: but I'm getting tired of the taste of Floradix, blackstrap molasses, and oysters.
If you have any influence with the hormones, though, tell them to just let me be a CRONE already, and enough with the melodrama!