Sunday's are so weird, they are the Gatsby of all weekdays, they have everything and nothing at the same time (my man said the same thing about Gatsby). They are perfect because they are a weekday, no one works, they call for ceasar's, big family dinners and early relaxing evenings, but they also suck man dick because you know in less than 24 hours you'll be stuck at your shitty job again (and someone once said "If you love your job you've never worked a day in your life"), you get bored because everything is closed, and then you drink too much, have no plans, take your pants off and lie in bed putting on red lipstick and taking pictures of yourself because you're a drunk narcissist.
I want to shave some of my hair off ...
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