The beauty of the lazy, the curse of the single.
March 17th, 2010
This morning i woke at 8am, i stared at the wall for a good few minutes, ah the wall, my friend, always there when i need a hug… fucking bastard.
I rolled over and discovered the glory of the morning that told me i needed to empty my bladder. The toilet, my love, always there when I need more than a hug… fucking bastard.
I walked a slow and unrhythmic dance back to my room, i collapse back onto my bed, i think about a stretch, get ready for the day. The morning, always early for its appointment… fucking bastard.
But then not this morning, it’s a wednesday, hell the only thing on my time table is a Staff Student Meeting, having quit as Student Representative, i don’t need to go! Well fuck it, i’m going to sleep again, i grab my iPhone, and instruct it to tell my computer to play the new Gorrilaz album, i stretch out and I go back to sleep, the laziness, always pushing me back, always making me fail, always leaving me single, the laziness, fucking love you.
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