John Mayer was put on this earth to wake me up.
(here's why: I am the meanest person you know in the morning. I have had actual urges to physically harm my own mother in the morning. The only way I have found to self-soothe is to listen to John Mayer. Any of his albums will do. I actually sing along sometimes. That is a feat. Or is it fate? Will he someday soothe me into sunlight by humming into my neck and giving me a friendly nudge? Only time will tell. As it stands, his albums are enough to make me want to take off my clothes, lie prone on a towering, cold, Marble Slab of Sacrifice and offer myself up to The Sword That is His Penis.)
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