I'm in your area code I hit you up, are you alone? So many places this could go Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah I'm fucked up, you don't even know Baby, it's better that you don't I'm guessing now my cover's blown
Rolling over moody, I snatch my phone up. Hands fumbling as I try to turn off the alarm keeping me from my beautiful sleep.
Don't know why I do it, but I do Yeah, every time I have a drink or two Get it bad for you And I don't know why I do it but I do Yeah, all this liquor bringing out the truth
I've never hated Nick Jonas' voice more than I did now. His song was kicking my ass, and I just couldn't turn him off.
And I, we both remember what we said But let's agree to just forget It's late night, you should go to bed Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah , oh yeah You say I never been good for you You can't deny I gave it good to you We made it unforgettable, crazy And I'm hoping I could let you in
My Samsung Galaxy S7 edge fell on the floor face down. God dammit, if my screen cracked I'd cry.
Don't know why I do it, but I do Yeah, every time I have a drink or two Get it bad of you And I don't know why I do it but I do Yeah, all this liquor bringing out the truth Don't know why I do it, but I do Don't know why I do it, but I, but, I Yeah
Leaning over the bed, I grab my phone. Thankfully my screen isn't cracked and the alarm gets off. Sadly, I'm now awake, and I fell out of my bed. FML.
Groaning, I roll on my back and look at the ceiling. Suddenly, I perk up. Due to all the testing today, junior's don't have to go in untill 10:30.
Reaching underneath my bed for my laptop, I open it and power it on. Leaving it open I go to do other things like getting the stench of peasant off of me.
With that said, I go to take a shower. 4:30 in the morning, and after I take my shower I'm happier than ever. Tossing on a black is the new black sweat shirt, and joggers, I run to the kitchen to make myself some bacon. I loooooveeeee bacon.
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Sizzling is the best sounded ever. The smell of crispy bacon grilled in a skilket, drained, then baked in the oven. Best smell ever. Bacon pleases all of the senses.
Skipping back up the stairs and into the room, I collapse on my bed. Laying on my back, each crispy strip is put into my mouth. A pound of chrispy bacon demolished into my stomach.
