A scenario
Tale as old as time
Girl you got what you deserved
Gosh, they're little terrors. They run around, pointing and screaming and waving. I said, "Look man, I don't wanna roll over no toes in my road, you dig that? Just back it up and let a pimp pass through". But ain't no one listening. Them little shits just wanna do they're own stuff and disregard what you say. Cheeky little buggers. I love them. My not so little class of little people. Zip, Zap, Boing guys.
And there ain't no more lonely nights. Never really was. But now I'm rolling with a crew I grew up with. I aged with some of these guys and with some, I matured. LOL JKS, I never matured. I'm immature to the core. Kid at heart. And dirty jokes all night, every night. When you roll with good lyrics and badder people, life becomes exceptionally more exceptional.
So, Friday got me working in the accounting field again. Backbreaking work when it involves 4 straight hours of filing. Makes you question your grip on reality. Whether you're still in reality. Or whether your totem drops as expected. I mean, we gotta GDOD in this lifetime. Hustle Gang, son.
And this morning with kidsssssssss. And then this evening with the others. Talking with a dear friend till the early hours of the morning for the sake of it. Talk is good. It is not cheap and it helps so much. Talking through issues, being my chill self. We take in the problems if the world that we forget our own. Carthasis. Discharge of misplaced emotional responses.
I'll talk to you whenever. Whatever you wanna talk about. I'm Sleepless after all, so who better to listen than someone who won't doze off :P But in all seriousness, I realise that making a difference, leaving a mark and starting a legacy is something I need to do. So this legacy begins with, as deemed appropriate by me, in the foodiness of food.
Yummmm. Nutella Pizza for dinner. All day, every day.
#NoNewFriends,
Mr. Sleepless
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