PMS-y. I'm so PMS-y these days. I can't understand why women have to suffer from this, and like, not be able to survive a month without these awkward days. I'm actually typing this up grumpily. *grr* It's like, I don't want to be rude, but I can't help but be rude! It's killing me.
Like yesterday, I saw this hatchback car along Roxas Blvd, and it's coloured blue-violet, and I'm like, "Why didn't the owner just pick blue or violet and not combine the two?" You see, it's really none of my business that the owner wanted blueviolet, but I'm like so affected and so grumpy about it. I hate these moments. I just HATE it so much.