Today I had to see my (now Ex) boss for the last time. He was a total power tripping wanker fairly unpleasant. The train was also delayed and I didn't get a seat because a selfish twat of a man insisted his laptop bag deserved a chair . My day was rubbish. I went for a walk around Knightsbridge/Mayfair and I saw lots of gorgeous Russian men leaving the restaurants and hotels sadly they didn't seem interested in me when I started drooling. Gorgeous women followed them too. AIBU to be totally jealous and wish I lived in Mayfair, didn't have to work and could have a man speak to me in Russian all day?
In my next life, when I'm not a size 14 with tits that sit around my waist and I'm 23 rather than 32, I just KNOW I'll be an oligarch's girlfriend.
Goes back to eating biscuits in dressing gown and picks nail varnish