It's the time of the season...

[missmiah]

Surely I'm not the only female on the planet with hormone issues. Am I?

Maybe it was triggered by DH's leaving. I don't know. I just want it to stop. NOW.

It started a week or so ago. Very subtle, it was. I caught myself giving a nicely rounded male tushy a second glance. Then there was the urge to seek out classic fan fic with particularly memorable scenes. I reread niam1985's Hook/Wendy WIP that I love so much, several SS/HG's, even my own Parvus Obitus. I went to the book store and bought five romance novels (something I had weened myself off of this last year, I thought). I desperately wanted to watch Sense and Sensibility.

And then it got worse. My lord people, I ogled the waiter this evening. The Waiter! I instigated a game of "Death is Not an Option"! I don't even dare contemplating working on several of my unfinished stories because they require sex scenes and I don't think I can handle the mental anguish.

And I can't even appease myself with chocolate because of the thrice accursed High Blood Sugar! Damn you, Mother Nature!

I would kill for a back rub. And I'm not positive I don't mean that literally.

Stop me before I flirt again. And I giggled. Giggled?!

Could it be the blonde hair?

ETA: If I can't have a back rub, can I have This instead?

Comments

[missmiah.livejournal.com]

I always thought that the younger sister was such a cow for not appreciating Colonel Brandon.

"Will-o-who?"

[rosedemon.livejournal.com]

Ah yes Willoughby. The same name as that deadly little town in the Twilight Zone. That is all I think of any time I watch S/S. "Next stop, Willoughby." Then you bust yourself up as you fall off the train. OOPS crossing over again. :D