It is 21:38 pm on a Saturday night and I have come home from work to do [avoid] ‘homework’.
I ought to be out partying at the Blues Bar or some trendy gay club where all the boys look like girls and all the girls look like boys and they all sing along to Kylie.
What is happiness?
Illustrate and NO cliches.
On a side note:
Is it wrong to be filled with a deep, burning envy that
gets more comments than seems humanly possible on a blog?
I was never cool in school.