Suffice it to say, I’m not a morning person.
Without a doubt, each and every morning I wake up with “FUCK” on my lips. The anger dissipates quickly, and I feel bright and shiny after the shower and the walk outside, but without fail, weekend or weekday, my first thought is “FUCK”.
John has learned to live with it, he wakes up feeling cuddly and cozy and I wake up feeling annoyed, he leans in for a kiss, I pull out a steak knife, he smiles at me, I start screaming bloody murder. I have always been this way, my whole life, it has no bearing on who I’m with, how my life is, what’s happening around the world…it’s just…the way I am.
Remo has eased this a bit, his early morning “take me out” whining is incessant, but his little black face is so sweet, it lessens my morning anger more quickly. A brisk morning walk under a full moon, with my quiet, sleepy dog, does much to ease my morning vile.
I’ve often wished I could be one of those people that hops out of bed, stretches and says “Okay day! Here I come!” But I’ve never woken up like that, not ever. Even on days when my boyfriend surprises me with a trip to Las Vegas, I still woke up that morning with “FUCK” on my lips (it just happened to go away much quicker that day than on a work day, go figure).
This morning Remo woke me up early and after our beautiful walk outside, I actually did some Yoga, or as I like to call it Yo “No way the down-dog is a resting position, this shit hurts”ga.
It felt really great though, I might even do it again. It helps with my second “FUCK” of the day, the little death that happens every day when I enter the elevator.
Anyway, here are some full moon pictures from bright and early this morning, each at different times. Pretty.
Without a doubt, each and every morning I wake up with “FUCK” on my lips. The anger dissipates quickly, and I feel bright and shiny after the shower and the walk outside, but without fail, weekend or weekday, my first thought is “FUCK”.
John has learned to live with it, he wakes up feeling cuddly and cozy and I wake up feeling annoyed, he leans in for a kiss, I pull out a steak knife, he smiles at me, I start screaming bloody murder. I have always been this way, my whole life, it has no bearing on who I’m with, how my life is, what’s happening around the world…it’s just…the way I am.
Remo has eased this a bit, his early morning “take me out” whining is incessant, but his little black face is so sweet, it lessens my morning anger more quickly. A brisk morning walk under a full moon, with my quiet, sleepy dog, does much to ease my morning vile.
I’ve often wished I could be one of those people that hops out of bed, stretches and says “Okay day! Here I come!” But I’ve never woken up like that, not ever. Even on days when my boyfriend surprises me with a trip to Las Vegas, I still woke up that morning with “FUCK” on my lips (it just happened to go away much quicker that day than on a work day, go figure).
This morning Remo woke me up early and after our beautiful walk outside, I actually did some Yoga, or as I like to call it Yo “No way the down-dog is a resting position, this shit hurts”ga.
It felt really great though, I might even do it again. It helps with my second “FUCK” of the day, the little death that happens every day when I enter the elevator.
Anyway, here are some full moon pictures from bright and early this morning, each at different times. Pretty.
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