Wednesday... ah, this day always brings the world to the realization of boringness, dullness, and just plain mediocrity. The day when you just sigh and wish the world would end. The day that the singing birds fail to lift your spirits. The clouds overhead never seem to clear. This is a day that I would rather spend dead, for to live is life's goal. To hold your head up high and shout your convictions. To let your responsibilities not weigh you down and understand the meaning of being free. To pound my fist upon my chest and let loose my emotions. However, this is the irony of life: balance.
Now you motherfuckers better enjoy the weekend because this was one hell of a boring wednesday!
Now you motherfuckers better enjoy the weekend because this was one hell of a boring wednesday!
It had it's down times.
I hear you about wednesdays.
I hate them a lot too. Obscenely.
I know, I'm pretty bummed out by
the Croc Hunter's death. And he has
two kids. Poor kids. And poor wife.
And poor fans. I love his show.
Sooooooo muuucccchh!
Enjoy the movies!