Really. I have been complaining about you-know-what-and-if-you-dont-it-means-that-i-dont-talk-to-you-enough non-stop for the past few days. My days of mourning have extended to slightly more than a week. It's depressing really, to watch the people around you having to tolerate with sudden outburst of anger, sadness, drama and more importantly - all the vulgarities that accompanied the negative emotion I'm feeling at the moment.
On a much lighter note, a cute toddler (wearing some skimpy, oriental-print bib dress - idk), touched me. She kept giving me the stink eye. And wobbled her way to my seat. Her caretaker had to grab her and place her next to me. AND SHE TOUCHED ME - the toddler, I mean. OMG. Why must kids be so innocently cute?
