breakfast.

just recognize, neighbors,
that even when i'm all kinds of F*ed up-
operating on not nearly enough sleep;
doing too much work;
leaving me with absolutely no down time;
and yet also somehow even less money;
whish leads to being perpetually super-complainey;
blah blah blah.....
like i said-
ALL kinds of F*ed up.
even then?
i'm not F*ing around with my morning times.
check the teleport:

yep.
a big ol' vat of dark rich luxurious breakfast tea.
and a whole plate of scones for devouring.
that's right.
chocolate chips aplenty,
and crushed walnuts,
and lemon zest out the wazoo (which might be the butt?)
and flaky fancy coconut,
so that all the hottness is represented effectively.
plus,
i hit 'em up with those extra-large demerara sprankles.
sugar makes almost everything a little bit better.
that's a thing.
expert treats get activated when the situation calls for it.
and the situation always calls for  it.
too much, too often is the only way to doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
real talk.
i've got two six-way-wedge-style split circles of scone-type triangles.
that's eleven, plus one.
and that's how you know i've got my math correct.
too much is the right amount,
and more ingredients means more food means more winning in the facehole.
every bite is a victory.
mmhmm.
i think that's an actual fact.
oh,
and i'm only ever interested in that lemon zest these days.
preposterous portions of citrus sexiness-
i'm talking grated lemon optimism, guys.
it's like life handed 'em to me,
and i'm not that thirsty, so i'm skinnin' 'em alive to spite the charity.
yikes.
and, yeah, sure,
orange is nice enough-
but there's never enough, is there?
not if you're doing it right.
word up.
lemon, kids-
lemon is what's up.
and that's certifiably better.
we all want better, don't we?
yeah.
we deserve it;
never quiet, never soft.....