I'm not a morning person. Anybody who knows me knows that for a fact. They have never seen me smile, nor greet anyone "good morning!" before. And yet, cruel, cruel fate decided to play with me one more.
Yeah, I just got up. Woke up with my amazingly ugly guy beside me, who greeted me "good morning" with a smile on his face and morning booger in his eyes. Oh yeah, how attractive he is. I couldn't help but greet him back with a stupid big smile on my face.
And now, I'm slouched on this pimpin' black leather couch, watching Discovery's 'Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe' on a 52" Sony Bravia TV, typing away on this Dell laptop, all while waiting for my breakfast. Yep, my curiously not-so-good-looking man is making me a cheese-mushroom omelette and mushroom soup. All I really have to do is sit here, try to look pretty, and wait.
He spoils me so much. I'm not really complaining. :)
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