The city streets smell like piss when it rains.
I hate being in the middle of two lovers when I know the outcome beforehand. And no, it isn't Happily Ever After.
Why can't she just decide once and for all, whether she wants him or not? And if she doesn't, by all means, LET HIM GO. It's hard enough for him to watch her pretend like there still aren't barriers between them. It's harder still for him knowing she isn't his anymore. I wish they'd quit dancing around in circles and letting me hear the shouts and see the tears.
Yes, spending time in the rain makes me cranky. Especially when the bus' ceiling keeps dripping on you. I'm cold, hungry and food poisoned. Yes, I realise that that phrase does not exist. So bite the Jalapeno.
Labels: Friends, Rambling