looks like somebody's got a case of "the mondays"
Monday morning has never been handled by me with so much ambivalence before. Monday Morning, I want to dress you up like a cat and kick you around the front yard. Monday Morning, I just put on some of that Burt's Bees Lip Balm and it reminds me of the best kisses I ever used to get in my entire life, and I know thinking about that shit certainly isn't in my best interests right now. Why, Monday Morning? What's the master plan..you know? What the fuck for?
I'm only working on my second cup of coffee, but I'm already so thirsty I could drink like a whale. I just extinguished a cigarette, but already I'm wanting to light another bastard up. I know I'm still relatively young, but why is it that sometimes I feel so damned old and everything's been done before? I know it's only eight o'clock, but why am I so bored already? Man, I wish I were moved out yesterday instead of waiting for Miss-I'm-So-Damn-Smart-Yet-I-Don't-Even-Know-What-A-Gerbil-Is on the 15th or whatever.
There's a one dollar bill sitting on the desk, kind of underneath the lip balm and the bottle of Advil. Everytime I look at it George Washington's face is distorted and angry, like he wants to say something like, "If I knew there'd be people like you two hundred years in the future, we wouldn't have bothered fighting the British, dillhole."
137 people(!)..at least I think they're people and not robots I'm pretty sure..read this thing and I'm all like eh, whatever, I got nothin', so I suppose I'll just thrash about like some kind of diseased walrus.
So yeah, it's gonna be one of those days.
Later. Word to your 137 moms.
I'm only working on my second cup of coffee, but I'm already so thirsty I could drink like a whale. I just extinguished a cigarette, but already I'm wanting to light another bastard up. I know I'm still relatively young, but why is it that sometimes I feel so damned old and everything's been done before? I know it's only eight o'clock, but why am I so bored already? Man, I wish I were moved out yesterday instead of waiting for Miss-I'm-So-Damn-Smart-Yet-I-Don't-Even-Know-What-A-Gerbil-Is on the 15th or whatever.
There's a one dollar bill sitting on the desk, kind of underneath the lip balm and the bottle of Advil. Everytime I look at it George Washington's face is distorted and angry, like he wants to say something like, "If I knew there'd be people like you two hundred years in the future, we wouldn't have bothered fighting the British, dillhole."
137 people(!)..at least I think they're people and not robots I'm pretty sure..read this thing and I'm all like eh, whatever, I got nothin', so I suppose I'll just thrash about like some kind of diseased walrus.
So yeah, it's gonna be one of those days.
Later. Word to your 137 moms.