Mondays?

Mondays; they aren’t as worse now that school is out. But I assure the taste of Monday still lingers in my  unfortunate mouth, like that piece of fried chicken you had last night that looked like sponge and tasted like battery acid. Curse you Monday for your sour essence, your disgusting air, your skin eroding taste.

But, it’s still all mental. Monday only gets the bad reputation because everyone just dislikes getting up and actually going to work. The experience intensified by the harsh and sudden change of laziness to scooting about you little home office or workplace, that comes with your idle Saturdays and Sundays.

I salute you Monday. I respect things I hate, as a hater you gotta love the things you live to hate for… Otherwise, who are you? The hater has no identity without things hate. So with my salute I say, congratulations. Congrats for going to college just to get the job of waking up a world, that’s cranky enough from having to go to work but hates you on top of it.

Let’s face it, Monday is the new president of BP. something we don’t fully understand but hate for the messes that they only seem to create.

Comments? Always appreciated.

~SAsammygirl