Monday, do you ever feel like shit? Do you ever wake up with a sore throat and your mother hovering over you creepily? Do you ever listen to Monkey Gone to Heaven by The Pixies in order to wake yourself up?
Monday, I ate some street food last night and I think I need a tetanus shot. Monday, you’re inanimate and you don’t care about my problems. Anyway, what I’m trying to tell you is that I’m in New York City, my hometown, trying to make it through five days of wall-to-wall fun (and also “fun”). I’ll probably sneak in an update or two, but unfortunately I don’t have anything currently in the coffers so this might be a lean week. Sorry, Monday.
If you’re looking for something to read, why not try buying one of my stories? If you’re a little broke, don’t worry, Monday, even days of the week have diminished spending power on occasion. Here’s a story that I enjoyed recently, it’s called Dumb Horny Jock and it’s as dumb and simple as its name, but still a damn effective, humorous wank story. Have at it.
Monday, don’t give me that fucking look…