Seize the day, they say. So I seize the damn day, I say. By the damn throat. And while I have this miserable little Saturday in my hands, I tear its damn throat out with my damn teeth. I chew its damn head off until I can wear its damn tonsils as a damn bracelet. Bits of Sunday fall out in soggy lumps all over the floor and my jeans.
Sunday looks just like Saturday.
Carpe Diem, fucker.
Sunday looks just like Saturday.
Carpe Diem, fucker.
weekends in general could do with that treatment more often...
ReplyDeleteWeekends don't mean anything to me, alas. Working both days. Bleeeeh.
ReplyDeletewhen do you start your 6 months of normality?
ReplyDeleteAfter new years. Bring it on, I say.
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