I’m sitting at work, listening to a podcast of my favorite morning show on a local classic rock station, and James Taylor just played a song live on the air, and I teared up at my desk.

James Taylor.

If anyone EVER questions why being a woman is pain in the ass – reference this post (you know, along with obvious other reasons like childbirth and dealing with men in general). I effing can’t stand James Taylor on any given day. And yet, PMS forces tears to well in my eyes while sitting in my cube at 3pm in the afternoon.