How dare you suggest that I enjoy my weekend. Every weekend is worse than the last. My whole life has condensed into an amphorus mass of attempting to make cottage pie, actually making cottage pie, admiring the cottage pie that I made, and never having sex, especially not with anyone at all. I am deeply miserable and I thank you not to remind me of this with your every cheery remark. *frowns unpleasantly*
How dare you suggest that I enjoy my weekend. Every weekend is worse than the last. My whole life has condensed into an amphorus mass of attempting to make cottage pie, actually making cottage pie, admiring the cottage pie that I made, and never having sex, especially not with anyone at all. I am deeply miserable and I thank you not to remind me of this with your every cheery remark. *frowns unpleasantly*
ReplyDeleteIt was more of a serving suggestion, really. x
DeleteWell this I can understand. I'm eating the last of it now, while weeping.
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