Sequel to The Day After Tomorrow

I was pms-ing really badly last night and got incoherently and unreasonably pissed off with many people over nothing. Apologies to all. Good news is that that phase is now over but here come the cramps whoopdeedoo. And my hate-hate relationship with the rain is very much still ongoing. Which explains why I've been here rotting at home all day, smelling rain and the next door banglah construction workers' pungent meals (I don't understand why they don't ever get sick of eating curry for breakfast, curry for lunch and curry for dinner) and eating non-stop. Fat fat fatzz.

The "you"s in the previous post were not random spams of multiple "you"s, and neither were they signifying one particular "you" just to eccentuate my point. Each and every "you" represented very different and very special individuals to me.

AND WTF ITS STILL RAINING