Tag Archives: monday


Missing the weekend like.


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There are 3.5 more days of work before vacation, but you might as well just go ahead and change the phrase “3.5 more days” to “3,598 more years.”

Until then, can I just stay in bed?

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you’re joking


I don’t understand how so many days can truly exist between Monday morning and Friday at 4:30. It’s like each minute between Thursday afternoon and Friday has its own darn federal holiday.

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how novel


Josef Danhauser went ahead and named this work The Novel Reading. Cute, right?

Well, what he doesn’t know is, my ideas are usually frequently better than everyone else’s.

Might I suggest the title to read, Woman Realizing Monday’s Impending Doom. Even the Farnese Hercules in the background knows it’s a better title.

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When I learn tomorrow’s the start of a five day work week.

Someone must pay.

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Girlfriend found out you can’t just jump to Tuesday.

Two words: WHY. NOT.




No use in even setting the table, Madame Vuillard. It’s Sunday night, and you know what that means…tomorrow’s Monday. Goddamn Monday.

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mis. er. a. bull.


Ughhhhh, Monday. Spoiler: this groan’s been a real thing since like, 3:30 Sunday afternoon.

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Weeping Woman 1937 Pablo Picasso 1881-1973 Accepted by HM Government in lieu of tax with additional payment (Grant-in-Aid) made with assistance from the National Heritage Memorial Fund, the Art Fund and the Friends of the Tate Gallery 1987 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/T05010

I feel a similar wretchedness when I think of anything to do with tomorrow being Monday.

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monday finest


There’s a lot out there about dressing in one’s Sunday finest, but can we bring back Monday finest? Something that includes voluminous updos. And ruffles. Lots and lots of ruffles.

Queen Charlotte was married to King George III (like, Boston Tea Party antagonist King George). Turns out, she was also pen pals with Marie Antoinette. She even planned for the French royal family to hide out in Britain during the Revolution…you know, before the whole “off with her head” thing.