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September 08, 2004

The umpteenth post entitled Humpty Day

Dear Wednesday,

Dude, what is your deal? Everyone's always talking shit about Monday, but you're the real douchebag. At least with Monday, we can have pleasant memories of the blast-having and around-screwing of the past 48-72 hours, not to mention anticipate the mini-weekend of Tuesday karaoke. But with you, it's like damn, what did we do last weekend anyway, why is it so frigging long until the next one, and what the hell time did we get to bed last night?

You always seem to go for the choice weather, too. The heavens fell straight to earth this morning, and right now it is dismal, grey, muggy, and all around stagnant and gross. You are the poster child for bad hair days. Everyone's new-week diet and exercise resolutions have already failed by the time they get to you. You thought you were all awesome cuz they gave you The West Wing, but you couldn't even keep Aaron Sorkin interested. We bet you get a real kick out of watching Girl-E cope with you by eating two breakfasts and raiding the maltball bins at Hidden Sweets. But what the hell else is she supposed to do? You give her absolutely nothing to work with.

Well don't get all smug-- you thought you'd get to watch her freak because she promised to have that non-existent speech done by "mid-week," but she's giving that to Thursday because Monday was a holiday. So there, asshole.

Enjoy your remaining 8 1/2 hours, try not to crash any more space shuttles.
~Leto & Roz

Posted by The Twins at September 8, 2004 03:15 PM

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