A soft blog about randomness, memory, and morning moods.
I wake up late — it’s 12:03,
Alarm’s been screaming more than me.
My soul’s still snoring on the bed,
While I make deals inside my head:
“Five more minutes, skip the shower,
Brush my teeth? Don’t have that power.”
I look in the mirror — tragic sight,
Mascara smudged from last night’s fight
(with Netflix, snacks, and ancient dread
of all the texts I left on read).
I throw my hair into a knot,
Call it “chic” — it’s really not.
Missed the bus? Oh what a thrill,
Guess I’ll Uber… or just chill.
I eat some cereal with a fork,
No clean spoons, and I won’t fork
over cash for real adult things —
like rent, or chairs, or napkin rings.
A call comes in — I fake a grin,
“Hi yes, I’ve totally clocked in!”
Meanwhile, I’m still in my bed,
With crumbs of chips stuck to my head.
I’m 24 but still in teens,
Living life between the memes.
Taxes? Loans? I just say “Yikes!”
Then ride away… on training bikes.