Monday, October 01, 2001

Mondays are a giant pain in my ass. I have no idea why people consider Monday a license to become cranky piles of rancid feces but I’m getting tired. I’m so sorry that your weekends are over and you have to get back to work, go ahead treat me like crap. There, feel better? No? its because you’re still the same asshole you were before you gave me my ration. I know I was whining the other day about constantly being a cheerleader but I take it all back. It is so easy to ruin someone’s day that some of the people I respect least in this world can’t help themselves. I’m going to make an effort to have almost everyone leave my presence feeling a little better than when they crossed my path. I say most because there will always be those that deserve nothing less than my best, worst. My biggest problem is feeling sorry for myself, and I tend to try and bring people down with me. No more! Time for good stupidtom to take over. Enough about the crazy guys change of lifestyle and on to more pressing matters. Our fantasy football team needs an enema. To quote John Wayne “it’s getting regoddamdiculous” I need a long shot that’s going to consistently score. Oh, I’m sorry, me and every other football geek that is having trouble in the win column. I love few things more than fantasy football but at the same time, it kills me. I’m all over the road tonight because I’m a little more tired than usual. Last night yielded about three hours of uninterrupted sleep. Then I spend my day walking through a little slice of heaven. Actually, the day wasn’t so bad but for a few piles, I just need to learn to step around. 12:00:00 AM    says you