I have not been good at putting together words that don't suck. I write things, re-read them and then shoot myself in the face because I am as interesting to read as a shampoo bottle. So, to change things up a little. Here are some pictures I drew that are about mornings, myself, and being tired as shit.
|This morning I had a dream that I threw up and then I wondered if it was real so I could stay home.|
|Go to bed with straight hair, sweat in your sleep, wake up looking like Bruce Vilanch|
|Listen cat, don't follow me into the bathroom if you're just gonna get mad at how long I take to pee, wash my face and brush my teeth. You'll get fed when I'm damn well good and ready, fucker.|
|I'm pretty sure I am awake, but do I really "know" where I'm going or is this just automatic and what is life even about where is this?|
|No one talk to me ever. I hate every word you will ever think about saying to me.|
|I'm so tired that I really just wish I could will the coffee into my body without having to go through the labor of lifting a cup to my mouth and drinking things. Drinking coffee is harrr-erd.|
Then I got an e-mail from my boss that he won't be in today. It's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I can be less self-conscious about how tired and shitty I am.
|Maybe if I put on upbeat music I will get pumped up? No. It doesn't work. Nicki Minaj, you were my last hope.|
Please note in my pictures I'm totally not fat. The boobs are accurate though. Let's all make a prayer circle that this Monday goes off without a hitch, and that this triple grande latte gets all my adenosine receptors firing.
Labels: coffee, drawings, pictures, why is this me