Ran into the Italian in the doorway as he came home from the club and I was leaving for work.... On my way to work I see all these dressed up party people and feel, to say the least, very unglamourous...
I just hope that by the time I have a "normal" job, that gives me weekends off (or at least not a 7am start EVERY saturday and Sunday,) I don't already have one baby hanging from each tit and another one tugging at my leg for attention.
HANG ON, I only ever just wanted two kids, where did that third child come from all of a sudden??
Anyway, my point is, that I feel like the most boring person on earth, always having to say no thank you to parties and socialising on weekends because I have to be up at 5am.
Ah well never mind, back to work.
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