The day when I’m excited…
1. I hurl myself out of the bed with such intensity which scares the shit out of the rooster, much to its sadness and shame seeing that they didn’t get an opportunity to wake someone up with their annoying early morning crooning.
2. I would, surprisingly, find a handsome guy break in to my house and call 911 to inform the cops, but right on time I would realize that ‘it was a fucking mirror and I would just retort to my reflection saying “ You ain’t look so bad buddy” .
3. Brush my teeth with a passion as if there is no tomorrow, and to top that a 60 second mouth was session though Listerine, coherently to add a minty flavor to my breath [Always ready for a French connection]. *winks*
4. Polish my body, yup, you got it correct; POLISH my body, while having a shower, with soap in those corners of my body which I never knew they existed.
5. Body odor. How can I forget that? To keep this evil at bay, no matter what, the deo inside the can will breath its last as I finish off the can in one shot which might eventually instigate the deo producing Co. to present me with ‘The Best Customer Award’ as I will exhaust each can of the deo on daily basis, implying that I’ll buy a new one on the same day.
6. Spend more than the legal time for the guy to look in to the mirror by gazing at it with a sense of self admiration under the pretence of combing my hair.
And finally, the boy is ready to meet the world.
The day when I’m NOT excited…
1. Contemplate with the question of ‘should I wake up or go back to sleep?’ And then find my answer in two Golden words “Screw it” allowing myself to show middle finger to the rooster crooning outside and fall back in my bed.
2. Rise up from the bed probably after realizing that the day has started during lunch time and walk lethargically like a zombie which has been resurrected from the dead.
3. Brush my teeth at snail’s pace, consisting of brushing a bit here, brushing a bit there , spit and done, as well as unleash the cheap mentality by reminding myself that Listerine is a branded mouth wash, so better use it when I REALLY need it.
4. I don’t give a damn concerning what soap I’m using while having a shower with ‘don’t give a fuck attitude’ even if that soap has been rubbed in the eeriest and eekiest part of my brother’s body.
5. Dress up as if I’m getting ready for ‘Lazy Saturday’ theme party even if I ‘m heading for work.
6. Leave home unshaven which might infuriate my reflection in the mirror to pounce out of it screaming “Get your Lazy ass moving and shave, you asshole”.
Or I might candidly post a blog on a subject that wouldn’t make any sense, and eventually the blog will be labeled as scribble, by some nitpickers of language and literature.
“But who gives a fuck! I’m not excited. Remember?”





