Crabby... and other junk

There are two people... lets call them Person A and Person B. For no particular reason, Person A has been on my nerves the last couple of days. It's not anything she did. It's me. Little things have been irritating me. Particular habits she has, the way her voice sounds, things that don't normally irritate me. Because she's a nice person, and I like her. She bakes good muffins. And has many other admirable qualities too. Mostly I'm irritated at her cause I'm a wee bit hormonal, and therefore crabby in general. Then there is Person B. She too is a lovable person 95% of the time. She's cute, and smiley, and pretty funny when she doesn't mean to be, and pretty funny when she does mean to be, just not for the reasons she wants to be. She's a little bit strange, but it only makes you love her more, except for today. (And I blame this one only 78% on my irrational crabbiness.) Today she was being a little imp! And I know she loves me and doesn't mean it, and she doesn't really realize how much of a little imp she's being. I want to say really mean things to her. I want to make her cry. I want to be like the mean bully on the playground who steals all the favorite toys from all the little children, and then shoves them off the swings for good measure. I'm feeling down right childish! I'm incredibly pissed off! My level of emotion is completely out of proportion with the situation. I'm being irrational. I want to kick puppies and break car windows, and leave flaming poo on people's doorsteps. I want to take a sharpie to the Mona Lisa and draw an impressive handlebar mustache on her face.... and perhaps a top hat. And then for good measure, I might go over to Michael Moore's house and TP and Egg it, cause he deserves it. And of course tomorrow I'll feel better, and all of this will be gone... and maybe I'll get even luckier and I'll magically wake up and my hormones will be gone too. I hate being an irrational stupid hormonal girl. I want to be a rational adult again.