I hate Australia. It's stupidly far away from here, the time zone *looks* like it'll be compatible with ours but really isn't, and it makes people sick and I hate it. It's hard enough being in a long distance relationship with someone in another city, without adding a continent between us to boot. What is this, revenge for all the times I've joked about how we interact more often than couples in the same city?
Grouch. A month suddenly feels like 2.5 million plus seconds, and believe me, I'm feeling each and every bloody one, and there's just way too many.
PS: This isn't PMS, it's the fact that I kinda miss Hyderabad... McDonalds for one, Subway for another, Dominos for a third.
...And the boy too, of course.
PS2: I talk about food a lot more than I eat it. I'm really just a big fat girl on the inside.
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