3.40pm. My weekend starts. You've gotta fucken luv that. Well, I do, of course.
As much as I might complain, it is right about now, I say, Suck on that, bitches! Complaints over.
Ha ha, I don't really say that, well, maybe if I have had a bad day, I might whisper it… to the universe.
(Ha ha, Sam would scoff, whisper it, he would question?
It's just nice to be able to enjoy my time off. I'm grateful for it, for me.
That’s all.
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