The Monday Blues Ramblings

I fucking (pardon my french) hate Mondays - especially nowadays. I wish I could use an universal eraser and wipe the forsaken day off everyones calendar. Though there is some elements that helps out: Coffee first of all. I’ve already had two good cups of this intoxicating drink, and I’m going to need alot more to survive the day. Second on the list is food. I haven’t had any food yet, but I know I will soon - and later today I’m having fish ‘n chips (oh yea!). Third on the list is our servers (at work) is having a pool-party without letting any administrator inside. Damn camper-whores!

So I thought it best to let things around me ‘just happen’. For one single day I just want to be an observer. I’ll observe my co-workers and friends and enemies. Heck, I’ll just be like Google with their search history-ability. Man I feel like one of those low-life people you see in the movies that have reached the bottom of their lives, but then get some tragedy smacked right into their face. And they always go “Why? Why, God, why?!”. I shouldn’t have searched this and that word…fuck. Anyways, life goes on, like a box of chocolate that stands out in the sun, gets melted and eaten by noisy birds, then the birds get hyperactive on the sugar and crash right into a schoolbus containing 6th graders on their way home. It all ends in a massive bloodbath. Heh, picture it though.

Check out this spam-mail I received the other day (this is the only subject):

Sometimes I need you naked, sometimes I need you wild, I need you to carry my children in and I need you to kill a child.

First of all, Mohammed Emberger who sent this message - apparantly to me exclusively (of course) - I am not interested in being wild with you. Ever. It’s just a big case of no-no. I can read your e-mail and say: No, I tell you, it’s not going to happen. But then again I get interested with the rest of the subject - what child needs to be killed? Call 908-KILLACHILD™ and dial 7 when you get through. There’s alot of activity on our lines at the moments - alot of angry pantsy parents - but we promise that we’ll do as best as we can.
Thank you for your attention and have a nice baby-free day.

If nothing more happens right now, I might have to do some work. Hell. I’ll be back later, got more to ramble about. Cheers!