It was a really rough morning , I was woken up by the sound of my neighbors banging the hammer violently on some poor piece of metal. Of course they did it with no ill intent behind it, but rather to crush that metal piece into smaller pieces and not in any way to disturb my beauty sleep, some people are just like that, nice as spikes. I walked outside my room to the terrace and looked down at my cat laying in the middle of everything just chilling. At my terrace there were some grapes, still green but still good for waking up lazy cats at 1 pm. I know right who wakes up at 1pm , its like the night wasn’t even over and you have to wake up. The grapes were firm and hard, I took one and let it fall down , it missed the body of the cat for a bit, lucky it hit her right in the head. Its not that I hate cats, but this one was special , I hated it the most out of everything else.
It didn’t start with hate, its just that the love and affection from everyone made the cat think its the freaking king of this house. Dumb animal do I always have to show who is smarterisher . Anyhow dumb animal aside, or not, my brother was sleeping in the next room , you could see the little blob laying on his bad with his headphones still on and the mouse on him , the laptop near him. Probably played LoL again, I could hear all night moans like in an adult movie and some not understandable rants, that I am sure were racist, like “How you lose, Asian best religion for LoL” .
Maybe the last one isn’t so common in adult movies, but the other moans sounded like it. My mother came out and started screaming about how launch is ready , she still doesn’t know that its first breakfast , launch is at 6pm and dinner is whenever you feel like it . Oh well it was enough to wake the golden boy up. We went downstairs, mom made some nice food , everything was ready on the table we had just to dig in .
We both sat down without exchanging a word and started eating. The things that we exchanged were hateful looks . On the table was a plastic bottle of yogurt , staying there open not harassing or oppressing me as those white fluids usually do, you know white is the color of oppression or that's what I learned in gender studies. My brother still half awake had a desire in his sleepy eyes when he saw the bottle. Usually before you pour it you shake it a bit , but this isn’t a normal situation is it?
I always enjoy my mornings when interesting things happened in my household , like the last time when my grand mother broke 3 chairs in a row. But its not her fault , the constant drinking of water during her life made her bones swell up, other than that she’d be lighter than Ariana Grade, who she knows about due some error in the TV network, instead of showing the Turkish soap on tv they showed Arianas song Problems.
Anyhow back to this morning, it was a real piece of artwork as my brother took the bottle of oppressing yogurt that represented the brush and shook it violently as if he would maneuver his joystick . His body represented the canvas that he colored with the yogurt color. I enjoyed the majestic sights of yogurt splattering on his pj’s . The wonderful silence that made the moment of laughter even more enjoyable was all that I needed. He lost the battle this morning , but the war will go on until one of us actually accomplishes something in his life. Not to brag but I am currently working under the King Cat as its Royal Wakeuper , or as he call it “Meow hairless tall cat idiot meow” . Well I will let you know in the next story what happens in my very adventurous life. Stay Awake.
Source : Me
I tried my luck with comedy a bit (I was never good at telling jokes tho :S )
It didn’t start with hate, its just that the love and affection from everyone made the cat think its the freaking king of this house. Dumb animal do I always have to show who is smarterisher . Anyhow dumb animal aside, or not, my brother was sleeping in the next room , you could see the little blob laying on his bad with his headphones still on and the mouse on him , the laptop near him. Probably played LoL again, I could hear all night moans like in an adult movie and some not understandable rants, that I am sure were racist, like “How you lose, Asian best religion for LoL” .
Maybe the last one isn’t so common in adult movies, but the other moans sounded like it. My mother came out and started screaming about how launch is ready , she still doesn’t know that its first breakfast , launch is at 6pm and dinner is whenever you feel like it . Oh well it was enough to wake the golden boy up. We went downstairs, mom made some nice food , everything was ready on the table we had just to dig in .
We both sat down without exchanging a word and started eating. The things that we exchanged were hateful looks . On the table was a plastic bottle of yogurt , staying there open not harassing or oppressing me as those white fluids usually do, you know white is the color of oppression or that's what I learned in gender studies. My brother still half awake had a desire in his sleepy eyes when he saw the bottle. Usually before you pour it you shake it a bit , but this isn’t a normal situation is it?
I always enjoy my mornings when interesting things happened in my household , like the last time when my grand mother broke 3 chairs in a row. But its not her fault , the constant drinking of water during her life made her bones swell up, other than that she’d be lighter than Ariana Grade, who she knows about due some error in the TV network, instead of showing the Turkish soap on tv they showed Arianas song Problems.
Anyhow back to this morning, it was a real piece of artwork as my brother took the bottle of oppressing yogurt that represented the brush and shook it violently as if he would maneuver his joystick . His body represented the canvas that he colored with the yogurt color. I enjoyed the majestic sights of yogurt splattering on his pj’s . The wonderful silence that made the moment of laughter even more enjoyable was all that I needed. He lost the battle this morning , but the war will go on until one of us actually accomplishes something in his life. Not to brag but I am currently working under the King Cat as its Royal Wakeuper , or as he call it “Meow hairless tall cat idiot meow” . Well I will let you know in the next story what happens in my very adventurous life. Stay Awake.
Source : Me
I tried my luck with comedy a bit (I was never good at telling jokes tho :S )
