I hate mondays

Mondays really fuck up my life (pardon my French). I get up in the morning, slowly forcing my body to actually move to the bathroom. Looking back at me on the other side of the mirror, I see some freak with small eyes, exploded hair, yawning like I’m trying to get a new world record. O yeah, it’s Monday alright. Monday tells you 2 things: A. Your weekend is over B. Work, Work WORK! A typical Monday for me looks a bit like this: 7:45am – Starting up movement-coordination brain cells 8:05am – Starting shaving feature (trying not to bleed […]