My mornings. I love them. This is how it goes.
Wake up, get out of bed, drag a comb across my head. no, not really.
I wake up and first things first, i make a nice pot of java. Today it's maxwell house because it was on sale and a sale always tastes better. Then bathroom where I struggle with our stupid toilet that doesnt flush unless you plunge simultaneously. Brush the choppers. Come back to the living/bedroom and flip on the computer. This morning an added procedure was to look at the dsl modem because since yesterday morning it's been blinking at me for no apparent reason and I cant get it to work. *Called the company yesterday but with no luck on helping me fix it..call back monday. fuckers.* So I have to rely on AOHell which is a sad sad state of affairs. Moving on, make the cup of coffee. This morning a mix of milk and non dairy creamer and a shit load of sugar of course. I seriously wish I could get used to drinking my coffee black. It's much easier that the concoction I put together every morning. Then I sit back and relax for a couple of hours of nothingness while he continues to sleep behind me. The tv is on but very very low. Helps block out the sound of the heater that wont stop whistling, plus helps keep him to sleep.
Sweatpants, sweatshirt, slippers. The attire for a perfect morning in brooklyn ny. Today I must rest my bones before work because, well today is our last day. Our last show. No more after this. We close up. I dont know what Im going to do without that steady paycheck. Back to the freakin freelance world. *le sigh*
Okay, so that's a little about me for once instead of my obnoxious rambling that usually comes. But wait, i can make that happen too.
For fridays worth a french fry makes a mouth sing fa la la.
Stinky marks of sloppy stink bug where his legs were doing a jig.
The book waits patiently for my hands to open it.
The wind breaths quickly thru my window.
The time is now and it's passing me by
Stop looking at me, it's time dance on my head.
There you go, that's what you usually come here for. Sing me a song of true random beauty and I'll kick you quietly in the head.
Wake up, get out of bed, drag a comb across my head. no, not really.
I wake up and first things first, i make a nice pot of java. Today it's maxwell house because it was on sale and a sale always tastes better. Then bathroom where I struggle with our stupid toilet that doesnt flush unless you plunge simultaneously. Brush the choppers. Come back to the living/bedroom and flip on the computer. This morning an added procedure was to look at the dsl modem because since yesterday morning it's been blinking at me for no apparent reason and I cant get it to work. *Called the company yesterday but with no luck on helping me fix it..call back monday. fuckers.* So I have to rely on AOHell which is a sad sad state of affairs. Moving on, make the cup of coffee. This morning a mix of milk and non dairy creamer and a shit load of sugar of course. I seriously wish I could get used to drinking my coffee black. It's much easier that the concoction I put together every morning. Then I sit back and relax for a couple of hours of nothingness while he continues to sleep behind me. The tv is on but very very low. Helps block out the sound of the heater that wont stop whistling, plus helps keep him to sleep.
Sweatpants, sweatshirt, slippers. The attire for a perfect morning in brooklyn ny. Today I must rest my bones before work because, well today is our last day. Our last show. No more after this. We close up. I dont know what Im going to do without that steady paycheck. Back to the freakin freelance world. *le sigh*
Okay, so that's a little about me for once instead of my obnoxious rambling that usually comes. But wait, i can make that happen too.
For fridays worth a french fry makes a mouth sing fa la la.
Stinky marks of sloppy stink bug where his legs were doing a jig.
The book waits patiently for my hands to open it.
The wind breaths quickly thru my window.
The time is now and it's passing me by
Stop looking at me, it's time dance on my head.
There you go, that's what you usually come here for. Sing me a song of true random beauty and I'll kick you quietly in the head.
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