im tired because im at work. im bored because im at work. im tired because i make up for the lack of fun at the weekend on saturdays. Friday nights are nice. just me and peter and a bottle of wine usually. the tv on and naked under bed sheets. this friday i was woken up by gun shots and women screaming. calling the police and waiting to see what was happening. saturday i got the best new hair cut- it aint no mohawk but its a bit bananarama and fun. i went for coffee with my friend ross which soon turned into a pint or 6 then back to mine and i got taught to cook meatballs with two real chefs. then simon joined us to eat and the pub called us. crawled into bed at 6.30 sunday morning and slept all day. sundays are for me and the boy. for our quiet tired fumbles and kisses and crap TV.
I was late for work today. i over slept but no one in the office and it has made me have some quiet time to figure out what happened for the fews hours on saturday night that i cant remember.
did i tell you im in love? maybe just a few times huh?
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