Buckle in, mofo’s. Because this introvert is about to blow you away with my plans for a wild-ass Friday night.
While you’re out hittin’ up “da clurb,” I’ll be in a “clurb” of my own: My lit AF apartment. It’s quiet as hell. So much thumping silence. The perfect conditions for getting super crunk on the latest book I’m reading as I sip on some chamomile tea.
And I’m just getting started…
After about an hour or so, I’m gonna take things up a notch: I’ll turn on some music and hit the kitchen. There’s this apple-cinnamon oatmeal recipe I’ve been wanting to make all week, and now I’m gonna make it. It’s gonna get so hot in herr, what with the stove and skillet emitting heat as the water comes to a rolling boil.
The music I’m playing from my bluetooth speakers — some jazz—is just what I need to tear sh*t up. And by “tear sh*t up,” I mean patiently chop the apples for the oatmeal.
