You And Your Heart

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written by owen on 2010-Nov-15.

I woke up this morning thinking that it was monday morning and had the usual Monday morning internal panic; "OH MY GOD NOT AGAIN!". Luckily it was still Sunday and I didn't put my swag on because its pretty heavy to take off. The weekend blows by like money. If I owe you anything charge to Mastercard cause I already owe Visa. And I am still recovering from the flu or returning from my trip to Haiti (depending on whether you be stalking me on facebook or twitter). That said, it was as fun as a heart attack.

I got up one night and wrote a spirited post on the old laptop beside by bed. The problem is when I can't sleep at 3 in the morning and I wake up and write, I write like I've been smoking weed and doing vodka milk shots with no ice like a G6. I'll probably publish it someday when I am rich and Trinidad is not my only supplier of Sunshine snacks. Such high spirited commentary on the socio-economic landscape of today will only leave old people giving you weird looks at work. It is like that time when I said I like hurricanes. I'm sorry but I don't live in your delusional, fairytale world, at least not yet. But wait till I get my money right.

I am eating or drinking Honey Bunchs of Oats for breakfast this morning. Its one of those "on the wim" purchases that I make whenever I go to the supermarket by myself with money in my pocket cause I can't get no love. My mind is like a revolving door. I fear that all the almonds and sweet oats have settled to the bottom of the bag. Now I'll have to figure out how to evenly distribute the assorted contents or calculate exactly the day when the last serving will be available so that I can fully enjoy it at the fullest extent.

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