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The rain sucks, let’s admit it. Everyone in LA is allergic to it. We can neither drive or go outside without making wincey faces when droplets bounce off our normally perfectly moisturized and made-up faces. But besides turning my hair into an afro puff indicative of my old 90s look (way back before flat irons became both useful, and affordable finally) the rains makes me a food eating fat monster. So much so that on a friggin’ Wednesday night, I decided to make fatty , cheesy, buttery, scalloped potatoes… to be eaten ALONE.

Besides that, the rain has made my work week a little depressing. As some of you know , my office sort of has a kick ass view. But when this kick ass view depicts apocalyptic clouds and massive amounts of moisture being dropped from the grey skies into the dismal sea below… I sorta get bummed out a la Neverending Story and the Nothing style.

Oh, and by the way, the rain makes Oliver bummed too. But that’s cuz I force him to wear a raincoat.

Hey but here’s something to cheer me up. At least I don’t live in Mexico City.

The other day my friend and fellow blogger Agent Lover sent me this interesting article about buses in Mexico city. And after I read it, I realized it’s great that the guys in the states are so paralyzingly shy to even look at you on a bus, let alone grope you. they’d never need to separate our sexes. And in the end, really, we as Americans are doing good for our environment, thus limiting our fossil fuels usage since instead of wastleful same sex buses, we’re driving around in individual Ford Explorers and Toyota 4-Runners.