The song in your head is the souvenir

i used to think … during monsoons, ....one craps later in the morning. Not giving a shit was becoming a problem, i had already been told and warned about this, and at numerous occasions. Now having been told was the problem i had in life and need to change it, so i said to myself...... Okay fair enough,... if this is how the world functions.. lets look into it. So i went about trying to figure out ways to give a shit, i observed from the greats, i read, i tried to put it into perspective, shape it..., put it into context…size it up....still no shit, how do you give a shit… got to figure this out ahhh.. the newspaper guys is here, fuck…. he gets the newspaper delivered late in the monsoons, cause you know...ehh.. who gives a shit

threat works … she needs her eggs just to that exact point and well thatz just the sunny side… ;-) So in the quest of delivering the perfect breakfast, which i have been told should befit a king.. I get this non-stick top of the line pan ..hard working non stick.. i think i used non stick twice… it kinda sticks. So this pan delivers on its promise of non stickiness for a while, but off lately. I have been having to be really careful, try another way, more butter, perfect heat. a little higher today.. or some weird thing of maybe the eggs are frozen so getting them out of the fridge….and all that crap,because you bought a pan which was to do one job, one job, and the pan fucks up…. that… so i think,.... okay, ....need another pan, (things we wanna shop for). ..until then this pan is being watched. Like, one more sticky job, and you will be frying some greasy meat, with burn marks…. the fucking pan delivers…. that magical silky texture of egg which the little orange wobbly top… perfec...