Ladies In Waiting

Becoming beautiful from the inside out...

10.24.2011

Ten Twenty-Four Soliloqy

Oh Monday, how I hate thee!

Thou hast the evil ability to ruin an otherwise good day. For this reason alone I should despise thee.

Yet, more reasons have I.


Thou followest my bosom pal, Weekend. Oh, if only Weekend were to linger!

Then I would never be forced to behold thy face!


Thou heraldest the return of Work, another deplorable creature.

Oh! If only my life were without you two!

I would die happy! (Possibly quite soon, without having means for sustenance, shelter or clothing, but this is beyond the point I am attempting to make)


Begone, Oh Hated Day! Begone!