chaos (and not the friendly kind)

St. Pat's. I am wearing green, la, though I've also got a little plastic snake stuck through my beltloop. Because I'm all about the snake-ish solidarity.

Rarrrg. I am having the worst case of PMS I've had in a LONG time. If anyone feels snubbed or shunned this week, forgive me, for I am a spasticly twitchy maniac. I'm sure at least part of this is situational - I'm in the midst of planning a parental visit that is sure to be a stressful disaster, and the impending doom/snickering of fate is making me a bit mad. AND my mom wants me to ride with the family from Detroit to Illinois to visit the relatives on Easter weekend. Five to six hours each way, trapped in a vehicle with my parents, my sis and her hubby and an almost-two-year-old boy. Shoot me now.

*spasm*

So, um, yeah. I wanna crawl into a nice padded hole for a while. Full-force introverted coping mechanism.

ETA: And I HATE OLD MEN WITH LONG FINGERNAILS!! ARRRG!!!

My loathing for all things nasty is exponentially huge today.

st. pat's

Ceremonial Boondock Saints viewing. Fuck yeah.