Hooray for Hygiene

Already losing sleep--gotta get up at 4am for work but I have an urge to blog to finish the day.

You know, reflecting on your day is just as important if not more as living it.

Slept late 2AM last night talking to random "Friends" on Facebook and listening to NeverShoutNever's What is Love. It's addicting after awhile.

So I woke up around 11ish (which is epically ultra super-duper rare for me) and opened my day with a 10 minute freestyle rap in the shower.

"That's Gay Will Kid."

NO IT'S NOT YOU HOMOPHOBIC SONUVABITCH.

I'm getting better actually. I've finally embraced the technique of not thinking, and letting my subconscious find the rhymes for me. It's an amazing hit on the mind when you're bustin them rhymes...

So after the shower I took G-Ma to the store and for the remaining part of the day I reorganized my entire closet, and bedroom. Everything is spotless, neat, and super duper nice looking! A nice looking room is a HAPPY ROOM. Well...it makes me happy anyway. I'm such a FaQ that I labeled some of my drawers...and made folders with sharpied titles like : College Related. Misc. and "Legal" Documents. Heh.

Got a call from Yogurt Factory. According to the manager, they're going to "Give me a chance" So fuck yes. It will be the best mistake they'll ever make letting me work there. *Evil rubbing of the left knuckles with the right palm*

See how neat this mother fker is?! Folded all my junk and even put up some damn decoration cuz I was feeling so generous. I used to just throw shit into my closet and leave it to rot under the piles of other crap.

In Leadership Academy our rooms were inspected every morning--and if they didn't meet regulation--we had a possibility of failure and thus not graduate. They judged shit on "Hospital Fold Beds" accurate down to the inch; cleanliness of the bathroom, and our closet. Our hangers had to be evenly spaced (so my roommates and I devised a method called the "3 finger rule" which sounds as dirty as it's not. Basically you just leave a space of 3 fingers between the hangers. I have no idea why I wanted to share that information but it was a weird but productive experience so I might as well type it.)

Well I'm already getting less than 6 hours of sleep as it is, so I won't bother to proofread this one for any errors. So if you find little imperfections that inevitably lead to a flawed author, then congrats--you're amazing.

Good night Children of the Night.