Every morning is the same. Exhausted, lifeless I awake to the sound of ring #10 leaking out of my white chocolate phone. It's musical, I thought maybe, just maybe a light, a whimsical tune would be better than the universally annoying beep beeep beep that normally accompanies the snooze button. I snooze, I admit it. I will not apologize for the extra 25 minutes of sleep that I squeeze out of the quickly escaping night.
Tuesday morning I snoozed. I reasoned, in my unconscious state, that if I sacrificed my morning shower, I could sleep in until 630 and still have exactly enough time to get ready for work. So, at 630 I wake up, dazed and a little confused. I walk towards the kitchen to let Rodrigo out, and to my surprise there is my roommates NAKED boyfriend!!!
Seriously?!
No. Really?!
You're right, a naked glass-of-water run is TOTALLY excusable. No question. However, a naked stare-out-the-window-because-I -feel-like-it is a little alarming to the roommate who's used to stumbling through the house half asleep ALL BY HERSELF.
Needless to say, I keep my robe clutched tightly closed as I ease myself into the day.
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ewww. no one needs to see some guy's junk in their kitchen. Sorry you had to experience that.
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