I don’t recommend throwing your day-life away for a night one. I don’t enjoy discussing the nuances of love as the smoky or bold or timid or all-powerful sun rises in the east. I don’t want to encourage you feeling 3 am the way I have. No, I don’t.
I also don’t want you to never experience a true sunset, or to miss out on watching the sunrise and feel both exhausted and fresh and ready for the new day. I want you to feel that, and a lot of people I talk to assume that, since I don’t want them to have a lifestyle like mine, I push them away from such experiences. No, I don’t.
I guess all of this rambling is to say that you should do what you want to do, guys. I mean, unless it’s assassinating the president or dropping a bomb on Tiberia or something equally awful. In that case, just do what society indicates that you should do. Or, you know, join an anger management class?
Of course, you’re talking to no sleep for over 36 hours Telea, and she is now more amused with her fresh-brewed cup of coffee and cinnamon oatmeal, and has forgotten what this blog post was even supposed to be about.
I don’t even know what hit me. The coffee as black as the dream I had about coal-mining. The oatmeal as well seasoned as a four year Olympic Gold Medalist. The mood and timing just right. The flavors exploding in my mouth, and now, because I can’t seem to talk about anything real today, a picture of something I do when I’m procrastinating/bored.
This is the costume I wear. I call it: Ojesus Bin LadChrist. No offense, it’s just really what it looks like to me. Now, for how I put it into action.
This is how I get strapping young lads to hit on me. Look at that winky-face he’s giving me. He totally wanted my balls.
And this is how women react to my charm. So there you go, that’s the story of my dating life. Those are my two most fruitful relationships.
Just kidding. Maybe. Like, maybe half-kidding. Or thirdsies. Anyway, this has been another exciting episode of ‘Telea Blathers on While Trying to Seem Interesting’. We’re thinking of changing the title to ‘Telea Sucks Wookies’, and we don’t know why.
And, of course, Sweet Mother of Asgard, now I have a meeting to be off to regarding my scholarly duties, which I may or may not be but probably am not keeping up with.