I’m telling you because I’m sure you haven’t noticed. Of course, some of you might actually live in a place where it hasn’t rained for 4000 consecutive days, where the sidewalks aren’t currently rejecting more water because they’re full up, in the manner of a sponge, where every piece of clothing you own doesn’t smell like mildew and old laundry and to you folks I say, fuck you, seriously. It’s so gross out, I can’t even manage a paragraph break.
Well, maybe I can manage one for this: It is also bra awareness day, which, in case you didn’t know, is the day on which I am aware of my bra. It’s either a bad sign weight-wise, or an awesome sign boob-wise. Let’s look on the bright side, since the rain is gloomy enough. Yay, boobs! Feh.