not sure if it's the rainy weather we've been having or if this really is the month of agrocity-but from what i see out on the street, the first 2 days of november are chock full of fighting in public. in the last 48 hours, since my return to the left coast, i have seen no less than 8 couples verbally jousting their way into breakups.
i'm talking about the embarrassing kind of arguments. one where you, as the bystander, wish you could disappear. my sympathetic embarrassment kicks in, full force, and i want to melt into a puddle like amelie.
get a room, kids. get a room. hate each other in the privacy of your own apartment. or i will shoot you with the gun attached to my silver shoes.
(chanel gun heels courtesy of boing boing)