Kebabs

Man I love kebabs.

After working a full week plus a few shifts at the RSL there's nothing like letting your hair down with copious amounts of alocohol and following it up with a kebab for the journey home.

I think I danced to every embarrassing song imagineable and smiled at every drunk Tom Dick and Harry.

Now I'm at home eating a kebab about to watch an empowering movie like Bridget Jones and will probably cry cause while I am very much like her, I just never get the guy. Damn it. Never get the guy. Ah well. If I had a guy, I wouldn't have the freedom I have I guess. Let's not talk about the guy. He sucks.

Viva la France. Viva la revolution.