Your soul is mine

yawn......i wonder why it is God made me a night person but has me doing tons of morning things....i think my room gets nice and toasty and my pillow and comforter get oh so soft just before 6 am....then blam! Panic! at the Disco starts to play and the only song i hear is get up for work you bum. i firmly believe you look your hottest right when you wake up...*i look like i have been out all night, instead up till 11* after putting on my favorite blue work shirt :( and black Dickie's pants the familiar pain starts to come from inside...no it's not back pain...i think I'm hungry. after brushing the teeth, then comes the hair....and no it doesn't get brushed. then it's out the door to save the world by offering the best choice in paper products at my lovely store. you should see it at Christmas time it's like a dream, a work of art, i mean it looks like it does everyday....so i guess where as i gave my life to God, xpedx on the other hand tries to own my soul for a nice hourly wage ;). OK I'm off to work