This afternoon, I got pissy because the S.O dragged us out of our love-nest, (read: his condo,) to go downtown, so rather than actually tell him that I wasn’t exactly looking forward to traipsing around after him, I instead sated myself by passive-aggressively Tweeting, “I am letting the S.O drag me all over in this torrential thunderstorm because I’m the best girlfriend in the world.”
5 minutes later, that turned into: “Well, I was going to bitch & moan more, but then he ran back 6 blocks to get the car so that I didn’t have to get rained on again. Le Sigh.”
I am an ungrateful wretch and a massively pessimistic bitch.
Mostly, though, I just hate the rain.