Extremely low key weekend; I'm not going to want to get off my can tomorrow for work. Too bad there isn't a job where they just pay you to be yourself. Someone else would probably get my position anyway, which would just hack me off.
I'm a lonely boy this weekend. Even though I'm a big intovert sometimes, there are other times when it would be nice to have someone here with me. A theoretical someone, of course-- a real someone has all those idiosyncracies that makes you want them to go away.
You were looking at my bum, weren't you? Cheeky monkey!