wwj(onas)d?

Mornings at my house are usually quiet. Perks of having roommates with completely opposite schedules of mine, I guess. But I'm up at 6 every morning and of course, what person would get up that early if they don't have to? So mornings are my time, more often than not, where I can do whatever I please and not be interrupted.  It's my own little version of Heaven (if there is such a thing at that hour of the day anyway)

But sometimes, we overlap or for some random reason, one or both of my roommates are up. Not a big deal, as it doesn't happen that often. This morning, it happened for the first time in God knows how long. After a particularly weird night of dreams that I don't understand why I had or really even remember, I was straightening my hair this morning when I had a sudden flash on something I remembered from the night before.

Me: KEITH! KEITH! KEEEEEEEITH!

Keith: What?

Me: Ok, there is no way that the oldest Jonas brother that just got married waited to bone that chick, right? RIGHT?

Keith: ...wait, what?

Me: SERIOUSLY. He's a DUDE. There's NO WAY THEY WAITED. NO WAY IN HELL.

Keith: ...is this seriously the kind of shit that you think about in the mornings?

welcome to my mind, at 6:30 in the mornings. also, I don't think he'll be getting up early again any time soon.