Bonecrusher's Blog of Hate

Name's Bonecrusher. If you're reading this, I hate you. If you're not reading this, I hate you. Actually, I just hate you period. In fact, I hate everything. This blog examines the subtleties and complexities about this mindset, which flashbags like yourselves can only hope to ever achieve. Good luck with that.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

TGIHY - Work out For Yourself what it Means

One of my motto's is "Every day is a miserable day." I would hope you fleshy brain-sacks could realize this on your own, but without fail you always seem to be most cheerful during the weekend. I hate that, so it's time to tear down your misconception of the idea of a 'good weekend'.

Ah, a Friday afternoon. All the schoolchildren skipping toward their bus, free of the opressive teachers and the cruel schoolmates and the drug dealers behind the gym, ready to head home for a relaxing weekend of cartoons, games and sports. WRONG. Guess what kiddies, you've got a project due on Monday! And three tests and a quiz to top it all off! Watch as your carefree weekend disappears behind a stack of books and construction paper, trying to study the French Revolution (The only war where a country declared war on itself and lost) whilst, and at the same time, painstakingly trying to recreate the topography as an obscure country in Africa thats been at war with itself for twenty eight years (and is looking like it might join France up there).

And don't think adults have it any better. It's been a long, painful week full of disasters and rejections and fast-food dinners. But it's finally over, right? You could go out and have a good time, but noooooo, your boss wants that report done about last week, and if you don't have it done by Monday not only will you be fired, but executed as well, leaving your corpse in the middle of the desert where even the Buzzards don't want to touch it.

Of course, if you're not employed, you can go do self-destructive activities, like partying and drinking and destroying your insides bit by bit while throwing away the precious little amount of money you had saved up on gambling and wild woman until you wake up in a gutter somewhere, realizing you're about to get hit by a truck.

And the best part of all this is? Guess what, if you somehow survive the torture of a weekend, you still have the full week lying in front of you. And then another weekend for you to suffer through! Hooray for you, flesh sack! I hope you enjoyed the weekend, and by enjoyed, I mean 'Got hit by a car'.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

............rant.......omg i love ur blog. though you probably wouldn't care.