Saturday's are all the same.

The perfect saturday:

Wake up early. Get a coffee. Stare out your window and think about shit. Forget to take a shower but still smell fine. Have an intelligent conversation. Fine someplace new. Hang out in a park. Read an old novel. Eat light. Shop for vintage anything. Fall asleep with them

My saturday:

Wake up late. Drink a cheap Starbucks coffee in a a bottle. Look out one little shutter of your blinds and complain about how bright it is. Read blogs and listen to the same music on youtube over and over. Take a shower. Look like you did when you got up. Run errands. Buy something that will supposedly enhance your appearance but doesn't. Attempt to read and instead get a migraine from three little dogs. Go back to reading blogs and listening to music. Eat too much. Feel fat. Stay up late talking to people you don't know. Fall asleep thinking about them

This is why I hate weekends. I need a car dude