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too much time on my hands
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You know its time to get a boyfriend when saturday's breakfast and lunch consists of a pathetic cup of instant noodles , the morning papers and the taste of bitterness in your mouth and thats not due to the noodles being expired.
Whatever happened to those hazy daydreams of me being served breakfast in bed ( heh heh. role reversal ! ) , a tray laden with good stuff like crispy hot crossaints with cute little cubes of butter and marmalade , blueberry muffins and freshly brewed coffee ?
Right.
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