I can't believe how good my job is, really it's the most awesome place I've ever worked. Not only do I have to wear ugly trousers and a green apron, but I also have to smile while getting verbal abuse from turd stinking morons. As well as that, despite the fact the greedy bastards wouldn't miss me anyway, I'm paying £35 to stay at home this weekend on my own.
We're not even two people. Even before we met we were just these two halves, walking around with big gaping holes in us shaped like the other person. When we found eachother we were finally home. And then it's as if we couldn't stand being happy so we ripped ourselves in half again.