Mondays

Ahh, Mondays. Nothing makes sense on Mondays. You are disoriented and tired and unhappy about work or school or whatever. Guess what? It's Saturday. Only one day left of the precious weekend. You got lucky this weekend, it being Veteran's Day and all, but normally, you 9 to 5-ers are not so lucky. Having to get up all early, stumble to your coffee maker, debate on your acting skills so you can call in sick again, but decide against it because you have to pay the cable bill. Sounds like the way to go about life?

I don't like the concept of Mondays. I don't work or anything, but it's not even that that gets me. Why spend all weekend fucking around and torture yourself by getting up and doing boring things the next morning? Life is all about enjoying yourself, I think, and if you spend every Monday unhappy you're not living life correctly. You give yourself two days out of the whole week to enjoy yourself. Why not cut down on things you need to buy, do a part-time thing, and chill a lot more?

But that's just my opinion, man. Like I also think that we should let Southern California become it's own country. If you haven't been there, don't go. It's a crazy backwards mirror world with psycho entitled jackasses and no substance. I would become dictator and fix it up. Land of cancer scares.

I actually don't have a point to this post. I mostly wanted to remind you about Monday. Stop caring about it, man.

In other news, let's do some updates on me. This is a personal blog, you know. I'm just chillin' like a villain with my cock out rolling on the floor laughing, but while I'm not doing that, I'm preparing for an AOE game or Doom, whichever one we're going to play here. Not sure yet. I'm not a gamer girl, but I play games. Mostly I like to build shit but I'll play if everybody else is. I'm like one of those kids that smoke pot when everyone else is high so they have something to do. In other words, I couldn't care less, but whatever. Go with the flow, bro.

I'm running out of opinions to care about for more than two paragraphs. Let's see, what else do I care about? Stop making Happy Bunny quotes. Monster High is teaching little girls to dress like whores. Pink is the color of Hell. It is used to sell t-shirts to dumb-ass guys who think that they look cool when they wear something that says, "This is your girlfriend's shirt." It's dumb. Are you ten? Did you get your first boner yesterday? Since when do girls wear giant pink t-shirts that say, "This is your girlfriend's shirt"? Kind of silly, if you ask me. And if it didn't say that to begin with, how rude to write on a shirt just to be an abrasive dick.

Abrasive dicks are a fucking dime a dozen now. When did it become a trend to say "Come at me, bro," and high-five about it? Dudes travel in packs and expect girls to also do that and then they're supposed to just all click and fuck later that night. Good plan, dumb-asses. What's sad is that sometimes it actually works. Good for you if it works, but don't complain when she turns out to be an annoying bore. You probably are, too.

Okay, well, enough ranting. See ya, internet users!