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M is for *meh*, M is for Monday....
So I wake up late, and have to rush through my morning routine. This means no coffee at home. This makes Jane very unhappy as I am a slave to the java. Things do not improve. I am in such a hurry that I do not check the weather before leaving and I hurry on my way. Well it is raining out and I did not bring my umbrella. I am too lazy to trudge back into the house and up the three steep flights of stairs so I walk to work in the drizzle. Oh whoa is me.
My mood is somewhat salvaged by the joys of my iPOD. A little Dave Matthews, a little Chemical Brothers. Strutting up the avenue always puts me in a better mood. The blood is pumping and I feel better. I get my latte and get my smiles from the dudes at the cafe.
To arrive at my desk and turn on the computer. *meh* I gets an e-mail from my ex-boyfriend. The one who sets every nerve-ending into pins and needles, not in a good way either, kind of like fingernails on a blackboard.
Subject line: How are you?
No message.
fuck!!!
*meh*
My mood is somewhat salvaged by the joys of my iPOD. A little Dave Matthews, a little Chemical Brothers. Strutting up the avenue always puts me in a better mood. The blood is pumping and I feel better. I get my latte and get my smiles from the dudes at the cafe.
To arrive at my desk and turn on the computer. *meh* I gets an e-mail from my ex-boyfriend. The one who sets every nerve-ending into pins and needles, not in a good way either, kind of like fingernails on a blackboard.
Subject line: How are you?
No message.
fuck!!!
*meh*