Mondays Suck Meme Novels & Stories

let’s get drunk and talk shit until she feels better. Monica shakes her head, leaning back. “More like a couple of nights of ugly crying, a N*****x binge or two, and some internal reflection time. Happy juice.would just fuck with that. What’s up with you?” “SSDD,” Clay proclaims, his acronym for ‘same shit, different day’ before grimacing.

I died on a Monday. There is not a single good thing about Mondays. You wake up, you end up dragging ass while getting ready. You spend the whole day trying to get back into the “weekday” routine. Nobody wants to be at work. The coffee doesn’t do its job, you’re running behind half the time, and sometimes you die. Or is that just me?

He shared tales from the office—Marlena’s dry wit, a spreadsheet that refused to save, a board member who accidentally sent a meme to the whole company. “Wait, wait, wait,” Minnie laughed, nearly choking on her sparkling lemonade. “He sent what?” “A cat meme,” Ethan said, grinning. “Except it wasn’t a cat. It was a man in a cat suit licking a popsicle. And the caption said, ‘Mondays got me like.’” She wheezed. “You’re lying.” “I wish I was.” They laughed until their stomachs hurt. Later, as he walked her to her apartment building, the mood shifted—softer, quieter.

I part my legs, ready for her partner to have all the fun he wants. It is pure terrific pleasure. *** Seated on the bed and dressed up for dinner, my cheeks burn badly as I scroll through screenshots of memes and comments about that picture of Alexander and me. Layla and Jordyn sent them to the group chat, with endless laughing emojis. One of the memes says: ‘POV: You finally reconnect with your long-lost love after years of separation, but it’s your ovulation day.’ I shake my head, laughing in disbelief. My mom has sent dozens of messages. I’m ignoring her for now. I read more comments:

My skin crawled in desperation for him. The first week I started sending him memes during the day, but he didn’t really understand them, much like the emojis, and it took him a moment to pick up. I had a feeling his office may have been a little too stuffy, and memes weren’t a part of his everyday life like they were with mine. Jenna sent me a dozen a day. Baby Yoda memes were his favorite, and mine as well. His office, his life, had been too stuffy, and I was happy to be breathing life into him.

Alex's Sex Choice. Abby’s POV. The sweet smell of the cinnamon tree close to my window penetrated into my nostrils giving me more energy to get up from my bed and do the needful. The rays of the sun suddenly came towards my direction and had began giving me a sun burn while I was asleep. “Fuck!! It’s another crazy Monday” I turned to the other side of my bed facing the door this time. I hated Mondays so much . I actually disliked everyday of the week because it had a link or a connection to my ex.

Ramon says, explaining a new idea that has just crossed in his mind. "What?" . . TBC

POV: Blended (Ave + Blake) --- Ave — Monday Morning, Madness Incoming The week after the pitch win was chaos. Crescent Hill’s school blog ran a feature with their photo on the homepage. The headline: > “Enemies to Engineers? Team Imani–Monroe Takes the Lead.” By second period, Ave had already been tagged in three memes, two edits, and one TikTok mashup featuring Blake’s smirk slowed down with sparkles and the caption: “That’s the face of a man down bad.”

LYRA — Do you want toast or should I just make Sunday pancakes in advance? Lucas stands in front of the stove, shirtless, a spatula in one hand and a mocking smile in the other. — It’s Tuesday, Luc. — So what? Happiness is a matter of strategy. We pretend it’s Sunday and everything feels better. I laugh, sitting at the table, a warm cup of coffee between my palms. He has always had this gift, Lucas. To reinvent mornings. To make me forget that sometimes, I struggle to breathe right after waking up.

The twins were baseball players and played for the university’s team. “And how is Mr. Monday today?” Kim asked as she came into the kitchen. I’d told my roommates over the weekend how I’d decided to name each man after a day of the week, and Archie was Mr. Monday. “He’s awake and has Mr. Happy well in hand.” I laughed at my own joke and she just looked at me blankly. “I haven’t had coffee yet. There will be no jokes until I’ve had coffee, woman.” She growled a little as she picked up a cup and filled it from the pot I’d made for all of us.