Mondays Suck Meme Novels & Stories

That is how pissed I am. "God, I hate Mondays," I groaned into my pillow, my voice half scream, half whine. My throat was already tired from complaining to myself, but that did not stop me. Maybe if I screamed long enough, the universe would pity me and cancel work altogether. For a second, a ridiculous idea popped into my head. What if I just texted Dominic? Something like: 'Hey boss, your baby says he or she is too lazy to face the world today, so we are staying in bed. Doctor's orders.' I actually snorted into the pillow at the thought. Can you imagine his face? That eyebrow he raises when he thinks I have lost it. God forbid he actually takes me seriously and says, "Fine, take the whole

(with a crying meme attached) “All the love and money seem to go to the people who already have it.” “If you can’t fit into the circle, don’t force it. Sincerely, my phone.” “In my next life, I’d like this kind of story too.” “The turning point in life is amniotic fluid.” “This is what real cyberbullying looks like!” “Miss, do you need a loyal dog?” “Oh my god, she’s stunning. What a goddess! I need to have a word with the creator.”

The couch bounces once as my ass hits it, the front door closing behind me. There's a faint odor of smoke on this side of the hallway, but I choose not to question it. Upstairs roommate must have his hotplate on again. "Rough day?" Drew asks muting the baseball game on the TV. I blow air out my pinched lips, sounding like a distressed motorboat. "I'm having the worst Monday." Rather than sympathize with me, Drew laughs. "That's what you said last Monday."

“I have evidence so don’t you dare deny it. Best friends tell each other everything, Tessa.” Her facade of seriousness doesn’t crack, I push the bag sliding down my shoulder. Glaring at her, I spit out, “Deny what?” She scowls like the answer is obvious but it isn’t. I have not the faintest idea what shit she is talking about. I try to open the door again but she swats my hand. Jesus. Clenching the straps of my backpack, I ask through gritted teeth, “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?” Mondays are not our favourite days of the week but we have survived it so far, we can endure it for the rest of the year and next. Silence meets my question, I push the door open and ta

“Since when did this get so bad?” Steph sighed. “Oh, to look back on High School with rose colored glasses. I can’t wait to not remember Mystery Meat Monday.” “Questionable Taco Tuesday.” “Thoughts and Prayers Wednesday.” “Unsettling Bean Salad Thursdays.” “Or Barely a Burger Thursdays.” “And last but not least, Please Don’t Surprise Me Friday.” All four of us looked at each other before breaking out in hysterics. We continued to eat between making up hilarious food names for the random days we had weird food instead of the usual ones.

A For Ambivalent It was Monday morning, and everyone knows what Monday feels like for a guy who lives alone in his apartment, passed the alarm, cold coffee brewer, bacon, and eggs waiting to get marry and a lazy guy on his messy bed. I can feel the hot sun rays peeking on my window as it reached my neck. I’m still in a long argument with myself if I should get up and make money or not since I need some break. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the clock hanging on the wall. It was 7:30 am.