I hate waking up in the morning. This is due to the fact that getting up involves me having to get out of bed, get dressed, and do somethng other than lie here. I have to return emails, talk on the phone, and solve the worlds problems like internet drama, dj line-ups, and where we are going to go out that night.
I have found a reason to wake up, in Philly. It is not some sexy boy in bed next to me, or one of my homegirls banging on my door, or my en vogue “free your mind” alarm on my blackberry. It is Dunkin fucking donuts.
Dunkin fucking Donuts and its zexy employees.
shiiiiit.
fresh Krispy Kreme or stfu.
wow… that guy looks like he’d be especially sexy if you woke up at 5 in the morning craving donuts.