I am not a morning person. I know, there are many of you with whom I share the cranky ass morning bitch boat with. You know not to take it personally when I threaten to drown you if you don't shut the hell up while I go about the long and arduous process of feeling alive. Let's be friends after I have a pot of coffee, moved around a bit and possibly have taken a shower, okay? Is that too much to ask...maybe let me warm up, find out if the world burned down while we were sleeping and figure out which step in world domination I am at. I especially need to know about the world's status so I can accurately predict if I should expect to serve prison time for murdering anyone because the only action I am able to complete within thirty minutes of waking up, is to poke out the eyes of the offending annoyance and maybe light them on fire. I have issues, I know this, but once The Man and I became cohabitants of the same space- we not only had to deal with each other's general crankiness but also our
retarded monsters loyal pet's.
|Today's flavor: Cowgirl with a side of bad ass.|