Dear monthly cycle goddess:
Yes, I know it's 'that time of the month'. Yes, I know I'm stressed, excited AND looking forward to something... But you know what, you're effing late. I've PMS'd for the past week and a half, I've cramped on and off for three days, I'm breaking out like a high schooler before prom, and I'M NOT EFFING HAPPY ABOUT IT!!! Once upon a time, I'd be late and know I'd likely skip that month... now I just know you'll lie in wait for the most inopportune moment to attack.
Har har
No, I'm not really laughing,
~Kit

Dear Monday
You're a b*tch. You've been messing with me all day, and I don't know how many times I've wanted to scream out of frustration. Knock it the eff off you stupid a-hole. Between people showing up out of nowhere wanting time we don't have available to give them, trying to bypass me (because I'm a pissant assistant) to grab my manager's time (which she has *less* of) and our own quirky character quirks, today has me feeling like I'm going to either laugh or cry. Paperwork is having me climb a wall. You know what- I know what this is, this is a conspiracy. You're working with the chick from the former letter. XP AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH
~Kit
PS- If I could borrow LBTC's butterflies, I'd send over about fifty with teeny little hydrogen bombs. and teeny tanks. Eh, better send deathshead moths... they're more fitting for that.