Weekend Wonders

Things I want on weekend mornings :

Big breakfasts. Garden green Omelets with mint, corriandar, lots of tomatoes, sprinkle of onions and spring greens, bit of ginger and cheese. Like really green and fulfilling.

Cigarettes.

Being alone.

Feeling fresh and rejuvenated.

Pineapple juice.

Coffee.

Plenty of time and no rush.

Light workout.

Long shower.

Enough time and access to progress on The Cantos. Access to progress = The Cantos are full of mythological similes and foreign language idioms and many a times yours truly can’t understand many lines as much as he hates to admit that. 

Sitting topless (once I have the six pack) on balcony smoking and having beers ogling at women in the street. Feeling the summer breeze and very bukowski-ish.

Now pleasures are simple enough. And there is no reason that any man should be denied of them.

Things that I usually have on weekend mornings which are utterly detestable.

Hangovers.

Feeling tired.

Being half tipsy from the last night.

Have usually to go out for outdoor-sy activities with colleagues/friends/families with kids. (Kids are total whistle blowers on their parents. Has been entertaining at times)

Rushing through the shower.

SHAVING. Fuck.

Empty coffee or creamer jar.

Occasional guest. The morning after is rarely fun.  

Dickhead lazy best friends popping in for my awesome omelets.

Cheap ass Nescafes.

No alcohol.

Newspapers. FUCK.

Phone calls from work.

Phone calls from family.

Friends messaging on gtalk.

Hangover wearing off at 3 PM when half of the day has been ruined.  

More social activities.

Placating pissed off friends for not showing up at things.

No Books.

No music.

Self loathing.

Spilled alcohol on tables/counters.

Rubber smell. EWWWW.

Wish you a nice weekend, babies.