I am so not a morning person. I want to be to a cheery up with people kinda morning person, really I do... I stumble to the kitchen to make my coffee, this is now a habit and could preform this task in a coma. Then I boot up the computer and proceed with the heavy handed task of dumping the spam from my mailbox, mostly porn and I'm quite thrilled to learn I can enlarge my penis (note to self: grow a penis). After all my porn...errr spam has been deleted, I'm left with one or two personal emails from friends or family, which I try to reply to in an upbeat manner, except for that one week of the month when I rage on even the simplest of *hello*. Hello? yeah yeah, I'm bloated and my breasts feel like their gonna explode!! Hello, my ass. Mornings are a reminder, theres shit to be done, I pour my coffee, surf the web, catch up on the news and world events, chat a bit, listen to Katie, Matt and Al being oh so witty and all the while the heaviest decision ways heavily on my mind. What will I wear today and do I have the shoes to match?
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