One of the guys I used to work with likes to tell everyone he liked his coffee like he likes his women, dark and sweet. Which to most people would mean this old, fat white guy likes to fuck young black girls.
He would always laugh hysterically after he said that and then just walk away. I don’t know what kind of girls he was really fucking – if any. But I kinda think they were not all that sweet and innocent. I bet he had to pay for it.
It’s just a little after 10:00 am. I am barely moving around – the coffee hasn’t finished perking or dripping or whatever the fuck it does. But my cell phone is already ringing. Fuck my life.
Last night was another one of those insomnia nights. I tried to go to bed three different times and every time I ended up staring at the ceiling and my brain would not shut the fuck up. I don’t even have all that many worries. I just couldn’t seem to put any of them to bed last night. This day is going to a long one for this girl.