So fucking early
It is so early in the morning.
It seems to be even earlier if you look at the state of kitchen after the cocktail shenanigans of last night.
There are girls bodies scattered throughout the house. Beautiful Samoan girls lying mismatched and snuggling to each other instead of fighting for the beloved blanket, the source of the warm.
I sip orange juice and contemplate never smoking again as I wait for the minutes until my bus comes. It always seems to be the weekends I don't drink copious amounts of cocktails that I have a car to take to work on Sunday. When I feel like hippo-tongue I have to bus, which means getting up an hour earlier and enduring a rocky 45 minute bus trip. So over it! Brig on my pay rise and not having the need to work 3 jobs.
I must away and attempt to remove the caterpillar from my mouth before boarding my luxary Mercedes, provided by Christchurch Bus Services.
It seems to be even earlier if you look at the state of kitchen after the cocktail shenanigans of last night.
There are girls bodies scattered throughout the house. Beautiful Samoan girls lying mismatched and snuggling to each other instead of fighting for the beloved blanket, the source of the warm.
I sip orange juice and contemplate never smoking again as I wait for the minutes until my bus comes. It always seems to be the weekends I don't drink copious amounts of cocktails that I have a car to take to work on Sunday. When I feel like hippo-tongue I have to bus, which means getting up an hour earlier and enduring a rocky 45 minute bus trip. So over it! Brig on my pay rise and not having the need to work 3 jobs.
I must away and attempt to remove the caterpillar from my mouth before boarding my luxary Mercedes, provided by Christchurch Bus Services.