Mocha and Wine
I stay up late for various reasons... talking to people, coffee, endless talks with my best friend who lives in the wrong hemisphere, god forbid studying, guests, god forbid reading books, movies...
I am a night person anyways.. i can stay up for no good reason, just like going hungry for no good reason...
but i am not a morning person, in fact i hate getting up from my bed sooner than like around 12 p.m...
but apparently the world does not work around my biological clock..
I have to wake up and leave before 9 am...
i stay up late.... then i wake up kinda early, i am cranky... i drag myself to wherever i am supposed to go..
i resist the coffee up until 2 pm...
by 2 p.m i start seeing blurry and get a huge MOCHA...
the Mocha takes a while to kick in.. and somehow refuses to leave my body....
i go to bed around 11:30 pm.. i stay up until 2 pm.. rolling around..
the next day i have to wake up and leave before 9 am...
then flirt with Asian guys and promise them to have kids with them after menopause, i come
online and start blogging, i even argue on behalf of illegal immigrants and their right to access health care.. some people believe i have to go to Law school one day, when people want someone to Bullshit they just send me up front and i answer the questions that i don't even understand with such confidence that the asshole professor believes that i actually know something...
the other day somone told me that my biggest problem is that i am very confident in myself..
My parents call me and i tell them that i am the happiest person alive, and put my phone on speaker when my dad starts talking and giving me advice for half an hour and go online and chat with other people..
most of the times i wish i was a normal person, who only types with two fingers and lives a normal happy life, and have some actual goals....
my sister told me the other night that she can never figure out what went wrong with me? " i mean you were on the right track when you were 18, what happened??" she thinks i have some sort of genetic defect... she believes i refuse to grow up and be a part of the real world.. i have even told her that i had given up on blogging, i have told her i have changed.. she thinks blogging world is full of pathetic people and losers.. she wants me to break free..
Wine gives me headache, beer makes me happy..
my dad barely drinks beer; he believes its the drink of low lives.. Wine on the other hand, is something that you can smell, you can look through, you can sip , you can enjoy...
i think i am a low life.. i just want to wash everything down...
I am a night person anyways.. i can stay up for no good reason, just like going hungry for no good reason...
but i am not a morning person, in fact i hate getting up from my bed sooner than like around 12 p.m...
but apparently the world does not work around my biological clock..
I have to wake up and leave before 9 am...
i stay up late.... then i wake up kinda early, i am cranky... i drag myself to wherever i am supposed to go..
i resist the coffee up until 2 pm...
by 2 p.m i start seeing blurry and get a huge MOCHA...
the Mocha takes a while to kick in.. and somehow refuses to leave my body....
i go to bed around 11:30 pm.. i stay up until 2 pm.. rolling around..
the next day i have to wake up and leave before 9 am...
then flirt with Asian guys and promise them to have kids with them after menopause, i come
online and start blogging, i even argue on behalf of illegal immigrants and their right to access health care.. some people believe i have to go to Law school one day, when people want someone to Bullshit they just send me up front and i answer the questions that i don't even understand with such confidence that the asshole professor believes that i actually know something...
the other day somone told me that my biggest problem is that i am very confident in myself..
My parents call me and i tell them that i am the happiest person alive, and put my phone on speaker when my dad starts talking and giving me advice for half an hour and go online and chat with other people..
most of the times i wish i was a normal person, who only types with two fingers and lives a normal happy life, and have some actual goals....
my sister told me the other night that she can never figure out what went wrong with me? " i mean you were on the right track when you were 18, what happened??" she thinks i have some sort of genetic defect... she believes i refuse to grow up and be a part of the real world.. i have even told her that i had given up on blogging, i have told her i have changed.. she thinks blogging world is full of pathetic people and losers.. she wants me to break free..
Wine gives me headache, beer makes me happy..
my dad barely drinks beer; he believes its the drink of low lives.. Wine on the other hand, is something that you can smell, you can look through, you can sip , you can enjoy...
i think i am a low life.. i just want to wash everything down...
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