I Inspired Bruno Mars (I am bored out of my head)

I scribbled this some Sundays ago on another blogging platform I just had to have for reasons that are most vain.

on a sunday, you deserve to laze around. to sleep or eat all day, ignore the messages on your phone rest your soul for you and you alone, on a sunday. let people wonder where you are. they may even worry a little. but you don't need to, just do what you gotta do on a well deserved sunday. on a sunday you want to read and drink coffee like it's forever 7 in the morning, and just you know, you are most welcomed to. close your eyes like the sun is to remain rising all day and sunset's merely an idea that kills the joy of a godforsaken sunday. on a sunday, you can spell sunday without a capital s and take heed to no punctuation nazi. wait, you can even rest from being one, if you are (just don't stop being a grammar nazi, because good grammar is the shit, hey!) that's a sunday for you. you're allowed to let lose and do all things vain, should you opt to leave your bed. just when the stupidity of your deeds hit the mark, be sure to stop. or go over the mark, and be responsible. but, you know, be prepared. because shit happens on a sunday, sometimes. actually, even more on a sunday.


Can you believe Bruno Mars made a song out of that? Minus the ending. He did, didn't he?