Oliver is so tired of me by now and even if I use the ‘its like you eating shit food for 4 months’ explanation he just sighs and look at me like I’m that whiny princess girl in school
I’m so tired of this now. I never used to care that much but after being constantly cold for a year I HATE this weather. With a vengeance. I’m thinking about moving. For real. I have this horrible thought that we will have awful summers for a couple of years and I’m contemplating taking one of those job offers in Gibraltar.
Anything to not wake up to another morning of 10 degrees and rain.