An ode of detestation

Dear Monday,

I have tried so hard to be one of your adoring fans. You know, the ones who dote on you and tell you how much they love you? They fawn over you like a devoted parent would. Despite my best efforts to jump on the bandwagon, I have only been able to grab hold of the bumper before taking in a mouthful of gravel.

You've never been all that kind to me anyway. In fact, most of the bad things that have happened to me, have happened on a Monday. It seems to me that you have a twisted sense of pleasure.

Well, you got me Monday. I am finally giving up the unrealistic vision I have of you, me, rainbows, and unicorns.

If you need me, I'll be enjoying myself on Tuesdays and Saturdays.

Sincerely {not} yours,

Nicole