I fucking hate the rain. I hate it. Fuck the fucking rain. I don’t need your hippy-esque bullshit about why we need rain. I’m aware. I just wish I were painfully rich enough to hop aboard a jet and fly away to a sunny place every time it rains. Wouldn’t that be great? Just completely avoid rain altogether. Forever.
I have a problem focusing when it’s raining. Like there’s chaos in my life that’s out of my control and it makes it difficult for me to really hunker down and work on shit. I’ll stare at a blank page and just be like “gah! how can I WORK under these conditions!”. Yes, I’m that dramatic. Only to myself, though. You’d probably otherwise never realize I’m completely pissed off at the rain and the environment I’m in.
I blame you fuckin’ rain lovers. You people who go “oooh! lookie! rain!”. You sit around waiting for the rain, whether to goth out or just ’cause you love that Garbage song, I don’t know. But every once in awhile, the sky is listening and it goes “okay – have some rain!” and you couldn’t be happier. Fuck you people. Move to Seattle – there’s your fuckin’ rain. 8 months of fuckin’ rain. You’ll come RUNNING back. Yeah… live it up, ya damned rain lovers.
Go to hell.
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