Whenever I have a good weekend, with lots of laughs, lots of drinks, lots of fun.
On a Sunday night I get really sad that it's over.
Just like now.
I went out on Saturday to a restaurant/bar in the middle of Covent Garden, had 6 jugs of sex on the beach.
Then to a club not too far from Leicester Square. It was all good.
I tried on some Jean-Paul Gaultier cologne and it was soo nice, I spent most of the rest of the night making everyone smell me cos it was lovely.
I also hatched a plan, but that's for later.
And now I'm pretty sad that life goes back to normal.
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