Annie Fancypants

Thank you, Microsoft for getting this catchy little diddy stuck in my head. Interesting lyric. Seems contradictory, and reminiscent.

Holy cow, where did my night go? I’m not going to really complain that the night went by too fast, because after all, it’s just Monday and Mondays are the worst day of the week anyway. And the faster you get them over with, the quicker your outlook improves.

I wonder if Monday ever mopes around and kicks rocks because nobody likes it? I wonder if at school all the little Mondays run around in the school yard wishing they could be cool like the Fridays. And what about Wednesdays? Are they the Jan Bradys of the calendar? Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!! Well, chin up Wednesday, at least now they gave you a cool nickname of “hump day”. I take that back, it’s not really a cool nickname. I still have to mentally say wed-nes-day when i’m spelling it. Hey guys? What day is it today?

It’s “wennnnnnns day”. Do you ever hear anybody say, “It’s wedddd nesssss day”? Actually, you probably do, and they’re probably hispanic. Why is it we hispanics can roll our r’s but can’t pronounce the r in the middle of a word? My mother couldn’t say explorer to save her life. She always said “exploder”. Ah well. Everybody wants to drive a Ford Exploder. It sounds dangerous. Like something 007 would do. Nevermind the cool gadgetry aside.

Wow, I’m so rambling on. Sorry.