monday monday

I figure I will start typing now and stop when I am not so annoyed at my own existence.

So, I'm good with offerings
not so good at anything else.
Expect nothing -- and that is exactly what I get. Often, really.
I suppose it is my own fault for not asking for more.
But who the fuck wants to ask? Right?

This is rubbish and it doesn't belong here, but this is the only safe place I have to post anything anymore. So ------- here it is.

It is Monday. I don't generally hate Mondays. They are the natural start of the week. It is Tuesday that depresses me. It sits in the middle and goes nowhere until finally Hump Day smiles it's grin at you and reminds you the week will end eventually.

Ok, so I don't normally hate Mondays. I hate this one. I should have stayed in bed.

Maybe I should have gone to the parade in NYC, found me a nice guido to fool around with until I got bored, stumbled drunk to Penn Station, and passed out depressed and embarassed in my bed tonight.

Maybe not.

At least it would be better than what I have to show for my day so far.

I'm not really bitchy. I'm just worn out. I am tired of trying.