I hate everything about you
I don't hate anybody today which is good. Well, if Mariah came knocking I might give her a dressing down but I don't hate anyone close by.
I'm actually looking forward to the weekend, even though you could argue that now I'm an unemployed bum everyday is the weekend.
That's not true actually, because I know when Friday's coming round, I get that warm little feeling in the pit of my belly and I feel like (but don't do, obviously) lying in front of the front door waiting for Wondymum to come home from work, like a faithful hound.
Wondybro comes home some weekends too and even though he busts my chops every chance he gets, I enjoy his company.
Don't tell him that though, for crissakes...
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I think we always look forward to the weekends.Working or not.
Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet. ~Vietnamese Proverb
Brothers tend to do that, don't they? Got two of my own...bust my chops all the damn time.
And I wouldn't have it any other way. :)
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