-So after staying out till 3 at this festival, you come start banging on my door at 6 in the morning saying we're going out at 8. Yeah. It is now one
pm and I am dressed and hair is done and all the little kids are all in nice clothes to go to the gallery but alas you both are locked in your offices. I let the kids go play at their friends in the neighbourhood in case you care or hell even notice. Whatever. If they ruin their clothes, oh well.
-I'm sorry I was such a bitch last night, I did not want to go home with you and you would not take a hint.
-I wish I was there with you right now, I miss you. A lot.