Hi, my name is Monday.

Hi there, I am Monday.
I have to post this remotely as I am probably more hated than former President Bush. The owner of this blog had "Meh rhymes with Monday" as her status on Facebook a few weeks ago and the number of 'likes' and comments in agreement convinced me to speak out. You guys should actually feel sorry for me you know. Sad, even. I mean really, I am hated simply for existing, for BEING. I did not choose to be the day you had to drag your lazy behinds out of bed, sans the snooze button and head off to the torture chambers...er offices.
Some days have it easy... like Friday for instance. You have this whole TGIFriday's thingy going on. Like WTH man. Saturdays have it even better... I don't see a Monday Night Fever on www.imdb.com now, do you? (I don't WANT to be the worst day of the week. I also do not particularly appreciate the 'Black' prefix or the 'blues' suffix.) And don't even get me started on Sundays. Hmph.
You see, this is the theory you should be taking a look at - Tuesdays are the worst days in the Week. Mondays at least have the memories of a happy weekend, Tuesdays have NOTHING, Wednesdays let you know that you are at least half-way through, Thursdays you can take relief in the fact that the next day is Friday and Friday is...well... Friday. So give me a chance yeah?
"Some days are made horrible and some days have horrible-ness thrust upon them" With that bastardization of someone else's oft stolen quote, I leave you to your hopeful hatred of the next day in the week. Hopefully the smug smile will be wiped off his face this year when we are at the Calendar printer's.

Boo! Guess who?

(dodges rotten tomatoes being thrown)
I am back again... after a long long long hiatus from a hiatus...
I have seen quite a few changes in the past few weeks and now that the dregs have settled, the itch to write something is back again... but what to write.. what to write... hmmmmmm...
I was reading through my previous posts and the underlying theme... ok so maybe its not so underlying after all... seems to be my sarcastic view of a situation, people, etc. but then I realized that this is why I blog.
Here, cloaked in complete anonymity, is my private little rant space for all those imbeciles who cross my path, and the best part is I get to share this with you, so you too can read and enjoy my little, albeit infrequent, anecdotes about the group of people who have the collective IQ of a goldfish (I hereby shamelessly steal this priceless quote from a friend and promise to parrot it everytime I think the situation warrants it)