you remind me of one of my girlfriends, for who the life of her, refused to come to terms with the fact that i am not a morning person, and should be left the hell alone while i suck up every last second of gorgeous morning sleep until i could be arsed hauling myself out of bed and to the bathroom, scratching my balls the whole way with a rasping noise somewhat like a guy using a wire brush on concrete. so, every morning, she would come in and want lovey dovey smiley kissy missy bullshit while i was snoozing in peace...and every morning, i would give her a blast of Death Breath that clean wiped the skin cells off her face
so put yer perkiness on a leash

it aint wanted