I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror this morning, so I guess once again my personality will be doing all the work today.

The 5 seconds in the morning, when I don’t yet know who I am, is the best time of the day.

Every morning when that damn alarm clock goes off, I just feel it so much: A million-dollar inheritance suits me much better than an office job.

You’re always bitching about your alarm clock, but put yourself in his shoes. The first thing he sees in the morning is your face.

Good morning to everyone except the baristas who don’t tighten the lid.

I finally have glasses, which is great because I needed one more thing to frantically search for every morning.

It’s a beautiful morning. Lots of people out walking their phones.

My neighbor told me he heard me having sex this morning. I was putting on my shoes.

I stay up late every night, regret it in the morning, and the next day I do it all over again.

I’m not a morning person. I’m not even an afternoon person. I pretty much start functioning after 6pm.

Fishing for compliments like β€œI’m a mess in this photo that I took all morning to get the right angle and filter and after 50 selfies this is me”.

You know that moment when you get up in the morning, you’re full of energy and you can’t wait to get to work? Me neither!

My daily routine. Morning: Feeling tired, cranky and lazy. Afternoon: I could go for a nap. Night: I can’t sleep.

Instead of calling it the John I’m going to start calling my bathroom the Jim. That way I can say I go to the Jim every morning.

The bad news is there was a lot of turbulence on my flight this morning. The good news is my phone counted it as steps.