Cotton pony

In case you haven't noticed I'm a bit of a handful.

I know I'm talented, somewhat pretty, witty and smarter than the average bear, but I am an emotional tsunami:  When I blow into town, there's very little left standing.

This is especially true during my Moon Cycle.  I've written several comics on this subject so I'll spare you the gory details, but when I'm riding the cotton pony my moods can swing wildly and I can get emotional over just about anything.

Have you ever seen the highway safety sign with the silhouettes of the family running across the freeway? That made me cry once.

What I'm trying to say is: I make rash, emotion-driven decisions when I'm like this and sometimes other people get hurt.  This time it was a boy I was seeing, let's call him "Timmy."

Timmy and I were, like made for each other.  He is funnier and more talented than me -- and I find that very appealing!

Anyway, my traveling, jet lag, family drama and blood letting finally got the best of me and I took it out on poor Timmy {my heart is still broken over this so please don't laugh.}  I'm pretty sure my excuse for getting mad was less than legitimate, but -- good reason or no -- I was GENUINELY mad and I have no control over it.  Kind of like the Hulk or something.

The conclusion I came to was: I can't have a man in my life.  If I do, one day I'm going to be all over the news as the lady who snipped off her boyfriend's wiener with the garden shears.

So Timmy, please understand: I didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted you to keep your junk intact.