Up Late, Self-magistrate

Up late,
alarm clock still ringing after twenty5 minutes,
fall down the stairs,
kill my hip like an old woman(like my grandma),
Begging a male Sleeping Beauty
to drive me.
(But he was kind)
And here it commenced;
a day of absolutely no reprieve.
Though, you know? It was not my mistake.
And I see myself as a fool.
My own unjustifiable self-magistrate.

Late #2 and Skittles

Huh? Why am I up this late? Seriously, and I need to take a shower. I have found I actually don't like skittles that much. Dunno why. Guess I don't like rainbows. Just rain. And bows, maybe. I can't stand heat either.

Up Late

Go to bed late, wake up super late. That's pretty much the gist of my summers. Besides spending time on my blogs, that is.