Sunday is just there--always there. He doesn't bring much to the table, and all he can do is remind me that I have to go back to work the next day.

Monday is a bitch. All she can do is complain and throw one tantrum after another. I leave her feeling completely exhausted.

Tuesday is forgettable. After dealing with Monday, we both just try to get through everything without being noticed.

Wednesday is constantly busy. She considers how little got done at work the previous two days, and feels the need to overwork herself.

Thursday is like a breath of fresh air. We both feel gleeful that we're nearing the end of the work week, and are just excited to get home with some ice cream and watch Grey's Anatomy.

Friday is just lazy. All he does is sit there and let everyone praise him without actually accomplishing anything or contributing to anything. Despite his laziness, everyone seems to love him and look forward to his arrival.

For me, though, Saturday is the best, though slightly unpredictable. We sometimes spend all of our day doing homework and then looking at the clock only to wonder where the day went. Other times we're sitting on the couch until sunset watching pointless television and gorging on anything we can get our hands on. Still, other times, we just go outside and enjoy the sunshine. Saturday is my best friend. I think I'll marry him one day, if he'll stop leaving me for Sunday, who is just there--always there.

All of my purple life, I’ve been looking for a dame.

The hills are alive with the sound of music.

All the things she said, running through my head.

Darling, come here, fuck me up to--

I woke up in a dream today, to the cold of static and put my cold feet on the floor.

And I don’t want you, and I don’t need you.

I’ve been wandering through this dead city, with the devil’s voice inside my head.

Guess it’s true I’m no good at a one night stand, but I still need love ’cause I’m just a man.

I whisper in your ear the words you want to hear.

You’re such a tease.