SLUGS

Yeah more on slugs. Don't worry-nothing on slug sexuality or anything like that.

...Sometimes I think I have no filter when I say stuff like that and the post before. Sorry for those offended. Well not sorry I said it. Sorry you're offended.

But sometimes I feel like a slug. Small. Gross. Misunderstood. Slow and behind as the rest of the world speeds past. You go to the wrong places on someone will step on you. Eat too much salt and bad things happen.

I'm so tired. Have you ever been so tired you feel like you're on the verge of bursting out into tears? I truly do not like early mornings. I'm like a momma bear coming out of hibernation. Grumpy. Moody. Don't talk to me or I might bite your head off kind of thing. And starving!!! Holy cow am I hungry.

Yeah I'd much rather be lazy and wake up whenever my body wants to with the sun streaming in, all warm and cozy like. Well the weather can do whatever it wants really just as long as I can sleep in and be warm. Mmhmm. Wake up nice and slow. Sounds divine. As opposed to trudging out of bed and forcing myself to get ready for class and start functioning before due time.

I wonder how slugs sleep...

-Bailey Sue
MOOD: Lethargic
SONG: Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson