I am sure I am not alone here is saying Mondays suck the proverbial big one.
I was a skippy chicken this morning, full of promise and caffeine. Now I feel like I have had my head was grabbed by the Grumpy Monster and wiped in an unflushed toilet.
I am so sure the Monday derives from the Latin word for "Day of dripping excrement". Oh those Classical Latin peeps had a way with words. They could say "I have just boiled ye mother in yonder vat of peasant renderings and hath chopped up ye siblings for garnish", and you would still drop your toga and ask for a Roman spanking. That explains how Plato got laid, as I hear he was a right minger, worthy of being locked up in the neighbouring arena for lion bait. But he spoke the Latin word well so many a person (I hear of the male kind) danced around his libations.
I have decided that on Mondays I will do fun things after work, like Yoga or chasing neo-conservatives with the gay karma sutra. That makes the imminent return of Monday the next week not so bitter, that and being run over by a bus.
PS: If i do in fact get run over by a bus, you have my permission to send this entry to one of those "Spooky Coincidences" websites, for people to "ooh" over and then run limbs flailing to the bedroom.
Jx
I was a skippy chicken this morning, full of promise and caffeine. Now I feel like I have had my head was grabbed by the Grumpy Monster and wiped in an unflushed toilet.
I am so sure the Monday derives from the Latin word for "Day of dripping excrement". Oh those Classical Latin peeps had a way with words. They could say "I have just boiled ye mother in yonder vat of peasant renderings and hath chopped up ye siblings for garnish", and you would still drop your toga and ask for a Roman spanking. That explains how Plato got laid, as I hear he was a right minger, worthy of being locked up in the neighbouring arena for lion bait. But he spoke the Latin word well so many a person (I hear of the male kind) danced around his libations.
I have decided that on Mondays I will do fun things after work, like Yoga or chasing neo-conservatives with the gay karma sutra. That makes the imminent return of Monday the next week not so bitter, that and being run over by a bus.
PS: If i do in fact get run over by a bus, you have my permission to send this entry to one of those "Spooky Coincidences" websites, for people to "ooh" over and then run limbs flailing to the bedroom.
Jx
