i really hate mondays

[unamaga]

Dear Monday,

I hate you, die.

Lots of Pain,
Mel

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Dear Everyone Who Was In The First Car Of The 2 Train Between Atlantic Ave And Flatbush Ave This Morning,

Look. We've had this talk before, but really. You all need to cut it out. My nose may never actually be the same - my eyes? Are still burning. Pot is one thing. But when you put pot together with dentist numbing jelly, Curve cologne, peppermint candy, sauerkraut, cigarette smoke, oatmeal, and bubblegum...

Be glad I didn't puke on you all when we had a delay at President Street; you are so fucking lucky.

Nauseously,
Mel

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Dear Impromptu Choir,

Where did you come from? Why are you here? I was just minding my own business, eating my pastrami sandwich, and you had to come over and sit down next to me and start praising Jesus. I mean, good on you, way to have a blessed lunch! But, come on. I just. Really? Really?

Sigh,
Mel

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Hi, honey, how's your day been? *facepalm*

Comments

[summertea.livejournal.com]

gotta love those evangelists! not.

I COMPLETELY FEEL YOU ON THE SMOKE THING, BY THE WAY. D: i get nauseous from just a whiff of regular cigarette smoke. i would've probably died in your shoes.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

they were all these little old ladies with gray hair and big plastic glasses, warbling about the saints in HORRIBLE, off-key voices and i just sort of sat there biting my lip and wishing myself deaf. oh my god.

UGH, ugh, UGH. every single weekday morning i get on that train, and there's always at least ONE person who smells disgusting - either from an overabundance of perfume, or just because they haven't showered in a while. way not cool.

[verav.livejournal.com]

Ugh, I actually get nauseated just thinking about being on that train. I would totally have thrown up on them! Way to go with that self control.

My day has been boring and uneventful apart from the 2 hours I spent watching Dexter. Dexter is never boring.

*hugs*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

it was less self control and more not wanting to get anything on my backpack. it's blue! and pretty! these are the things that get me through the day. that's probably pathetic.

*hugs!* dexter sounds fun. i would like a dexter.

[verav.livejournal.com]

Ahhh yes, one must protect ones pretty backpack at all cost! Especially if it's blue :D

Dexter is indeed fun! You don't watch the lovable serial killer?

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

I have heard much of him, but no, I don't watch. I find I can only manage one or two shows at a time before I start hiding under the covers with Terry Pratchett.

[kashmir1.livejournal.com]

*HUGS*

I got blood drawn today and afterward, I felt woozy. For hours. GOOD TIMES!

In other less ooky news, I uh, maybe started making the whole 'Chuck-is-adopted' thing into an actual fic.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

allow me to sing you this song:

AND IIIIIIIIIIIEEEIIIIIIIEEEIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOOVE YOUUUUUOOO-OOHHH OH I WILL ALWAYS (i will always) LOO-O-O-UUHHHHUHHHVEEEE Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

[kashmir1.livejournal.com]

*curls up in your lap*

I heard John Sheppard singing that in my head. That's... a little disturbing. :D

[hebrew-hernia.livejournal.com]

Eww... I'm sorry your Monday is icky. Stupid evangelists. And they didn't even offer you free things. Over parents' weekend, some evangelists tried to give me and my family teeny Bibles. Twice.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

HAHAH. that is awesome.

i don't know if these people were evangelists, though. they weren't trying to sing AT anybody, they were just in their own little circle with their own little song books.

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

Mondays are evil. So are trains, which rival buses in the overwhelming ick of just that many people all squashed together, spilling against each other.

Ew ew ew. Want a bitlet to make things better?

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's pretty gross, especially when the guy next to you has OVERWHELMING body odor. Um, was that too much information? Sorry.

A bitlet! For me? Eeeee! *\o/*

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

No, although I unfortunately know exactly what you mean, eugh.

And yes, all for you. Prompt me!

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

um, um, um, okay. i think pretty much anything in which rodney yells at people will make me happy. but, more specifically? rodney physically cannot stop talking. he touched a device or something and now he cannot NOT talk.

[timjr.livejournal.com]

Ugh. I hear you on the train thing. Luckily, DC trains are uuuusually not too bad.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

There is even a stop on the 2 train that smells bad. I don't know WHY, I don't WANT to know why, but Beverly Road? fja;ogjawgjmfl;awf PU.

[timjr.livejournal.com]

I think your solution is nose plugs. Nose plugs, ftw.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

I suppose people have seen stranger things on the subway.

Hm, you make a good point, sir.

[timjr.livejournal.com]

Or you could always just starting attacking people with a spray bottle of Febreze. That might work.

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

Mondays. Ugh.

[colonel-taisa.livejournal.com]

Mondays suck >.< But I have a holiday on Monday and Tuesday, so not so bad.

Just think, you're one day closer to the end of the week *hugs*

[immoralilly.livejournal.com]

Dear Mel,

I love you.

Love, Me.

<3333