I'm having an ugly day. A shit day. This weather is making me feel like I might need to shoot everyone in sight. If I had a gun that is. I hate hot weather. As I've mentioned several (SEVERAL) times before. I actually hate it. With a passion. I want stockings. Pretty patterned ones. And lace up boots. And hot soup. Not shorts and sandals and salad. I'm one of those people that needs comfort weather. Which is cold rainy, grey weather. Not this horrible 38 degree burning sun - you have to be at the beach else you'll feel like shit all day - weather. And I can't get fucking comfortable. I'm sitting in the lounge room - the only room in our house that has air-conditioning - on the couch, leaning half sideways onto a pile of cushions because I actually can't find any other way to type and sit at the same time.
And I'm looking at all the pretty people on lookbook and pretty much every single one of them is from the Northern Hemisphere, experiencing refreshing winter. I BLOODY HATE AUSTRALIA. And now our takeaway dinner is fucked. They screwed it up again. Well it is noodle box.
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