Monday = Ambush = F#ck You

Dear Fate, God(s), Karma, Valkyries, et al.,

Granted, I wear a helmet for my own protection. Let’s stop the chuckling already. All the same, I’d really appreciate a little heads-up when you’re going to screw me in the earhole. Today’s entry is one paragraph long because you – collectively – didn’t see fit to warn me that you were going to descend and ruin the fantastic feeling from a weekend of camping that was supposed to be the basis of today’s blog entry. So simply put, fuck you. Monday, I felt about as prepared to deal with your junk today as the clever originator of the included photo was for an English test.

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