Fuming and seething.
feeling: irate
My brainful of philosophical thoughts will have to wait while I rant. I am so cheesed off. The streaming crowd that refused to part and made me miss the bus; the rude rude rude cashier at 7-11; and the absolutely infuriating lady on the other end of the Pricebreaker line who asked me to call the Bali hotel directly. Why would I book a hotel room through YOU if I really fancied making long distance calls?
Go on, rain on my parade. I refuse to succumb to the melancholy of the rain. Three afternoons of downpours. Give me a break weatherman.
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