Dairy Queen

Early mornings are scary. Never been the morning type, unless you count the few hours between midnight and sunrise as morning, which it technically is. But this week i've been getting up, and not sleeping at, sunrise. Which has resulted in me actually eating breakfast, just after being deeply disturbed or entertained (the jury is still out on that one).

My little sister decided that she wanted an Egg. She cracked it open then put it in the pan... then she gently stroked the yoke, while saying "Ahhhh... it's a baby." Then still talking to it, she said, "it's ok, you’re going to a better place.... MY BELLY!".

I probably could have lived without seeing that, but it was fun to watch. So i decided that i wanted an egg too, since i haven't had one (by itself) in a long time. I didn't coax mine into 'going into the light' i just straight up murdered it. Then i learned that people actually drink milk or juice for breakfast. Well i drank all the juice the other day, i have a thing for fruit juice, so the only appropriate thing left was milk... i said fuck that, and got me a bottle of Dr. Pepper. I dislike milk, which is odd, since i lived on a dairy, and kinda still do. The only milk i can stand is milk with that chocolate or strawberry shit all the fuck up in it. But regular ass milk? No thanks.

Hopefully i can quit this 'being up when everyone else is' shit. Really, the afternoons are boring as fuck! I tried to entertain myself, but to no avail. I don't see how housewife/husbands do this shit, i'd end up hanging myself... Good thing i'm lazy and sleep all day; well at least I use to be...

I guess it wouldn’t be so bad, if I had something to do.

BTW... that has to be one of my favorite titles for a blog entry.