bad_things_happen_on_mondays squint Just look at what happened to my arm. since WHEN is an F the end of the world? my logic is logical, its just my actions that make no sense.' grrrarwwwgahltefga8o 020902 ... but good things happen in Office Space Sounds like somebody's got a case of the Mondays! 020902 ... squint silence silence silence wandering the corridor in a single file trot i am stepping on the concrete slipping on the rocks and I am hoping up to someone that this somewhere will be clear but all i taste is absence and all i smell is fear. 020902 ... bethany i go to work today at 6 am motta's bakery i put the key in the hole my toothbrush still in my mouth i press the door open and step into a 2'X 3' huge cake i made it the night before lady paid 50 bux she got fresh so i called her a hobag so i have a drive by caking on a monday at least it was raining 020902 ... D y a n n e Office space in the coolest movie ever! I have watched at least 50 times! I love it I love it!!! Everyone should watch it if you havent seen it yet go buy it Now...I say buy cuz youll wanna see it again lol Its the Best 020902 ... Arwyn but tuesdays are even worse 020903 ... ClairE Like...LIFE! 031117 ... ClairE Second bad_Monday in a row. Make November stop. 031117 ... no reason it's been a good_monday for me today. 031117 ... methinx the silicon chip inside her head gets switched to overload and nobody's gonna go to school today she's going to make them stay at home and daddy doesn't understand it he always said she was as good as gold and he can see no reason 'cause there are no reasons what reason do you need to be shown (tell me why) i don't like mondays (tell me why) i don't like mondays (tell me why) i don't like mondays i want to shoot the whole day down the telex machine is kept so clean and it types to a waiting world and mother feels so shocked father's world is rocked and their thoughts turn to their own little girl sweet sixteen, ain't that peachy keen no, it ain't so neat to admit defeat they can see no reasons 'cause there are no reasons what reason do you need (tell me why) i don't like Mondays (tell me why) i don't like Mondays (tell me why) i don't like Mondays i want to shoot the whole day down, down, down shoot it all down all the playing's stopped in the playground now she wants to play with her toys a while and school's out early and soon we'll be learning and the lesson today is how to die and then the bullhorn crackles and the captain cackles with the problems and the hows and whys and he can see no reasons 'cause there are no reasons what reason do you need to die, die, ooohoh the silicon chip inside her head gets switched to overload and nobody's gonna go to school today she's going to make them stay at home and daddy doesn't understand it he always said she was as good as gold and he can see no reason 'cause there are no reasons what reason do you need to be shown (tell me why) i don't like mondays (tell me why) i don't like mondays (tell me why) i don't like, i don't like, (tell me why) i don't like mondays (tell me why) i don't like, i don't like, (tell me why) i don't like mondays (tell me why) i don't like mondays i want to shoot the whole day down I Don't Like Mondays The Boomtown Rats - The Fine Art Of Surfacing Of the pre-Littleton school shootings, the one that that sticks in people's minds best is recalled primarily because of its impact on pop culture -- it inspired the popular Boomtown Rats song "I Don't Like Mondays." Released in October 1979, this song captured the insanity of the moment by working the killer's chilling utterance into its lyrics. Of course fallible memory being what it is, folks now remember the shooting spree behind the song in only the most haphazard of fashions. They recall that there was a shooting at a school, that lives were lost, that the shooter was female, and that by way of explanation for her actions she said "I don't like Mondays," but some have her as a high school student gunning down students at her own school, while others remember her as a high school teacher who turned a gun on some of her pupils. On 29 January 1979, 16-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer opened fire on children arriving at Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego from her house across the street, killing two men and wounding eight students and a police officer. Principal Burton Wragg was attempting to rescue children in the line of fire when he was shot and killed, and custodian Mike Suchar was slain attempting to aid Wragg. Spencer used a rifle her father had given her as a gift. As to what impelled her into this form of murderous madness, she told a reporter,''I don't like Mondays. This livens up the day.'' The "Mondays" comment was not the only eyebrow-raising declaration to issue from Spencer that day. According to a report written by the police negotiators who spoke with her during the six-hour standoff, she made such comments to them as ''There was no reason for it, and it was just a lot of fun''; ''It was just like shooting ducks in a pond''; and ''[the children ] looked like a herd of cows standing around, it was really easy pickings.'' That Spencer failed to kill any of the children she shot at was attributable to luck rather than any reluctance on her part to take their lives. The bullet that struck 9-year-old Charles "Cam" Miller missed his heart by about an inch. Spencer pled guilty to two counts of murder and assault with a deadly weapon and was sentenced to 25 years to life in prison. She has been up for parole three times and has been turned down each time, the last in 2001. At her first parole hearing she expressed doubt that any of the victims were hit by bullets from her rifle and contended they might have been shot by police. She also claimed to have been under the influence of alcohol and hallucinogenic drugs at the time of the shootings and asserted prosecutors and her attorney had conspired to fabricate test evidence showing she had no drugs in her system. By her third parole hearing she was admitting guilt and expressing remorse but was still contending she had been drunk and high on marijuana laced with PCP the day of her deadly rampage. She also claimed something new, that she had been beaten and sexually abused by her father, an avowal conspicuously absent from previous records. Her next parole hearing is in 2005. Those who continue to be troubled by the callousness of Brenda Spencer's crime and concerned by her continued attempts to shift blame for her actions onto anyone or anything else can draw comfort from the knowledge that murderers are rarely granted parole in California. http://www.unsolvedmysteries.com/usm333231.html 031117 ... delial I was born on a monday. 031118 ... ferret i was walking around the school campus today and uhh... yeah, i slipped on some wet wood railing stuff and got my sweatshirt all muddy... blah. 031118 ... misstree woke up in a dead panic; by my watch, i had to be on a bus corner ni five minutes. first thought that occurred to me was that i wasn't about to miss work and possibly lose my job, not when i have only two weeks left, and i had sent the playmate home so's i could be a "responsible individual." problem was, when i got into work and my boss says, "you're kinda late..." and i stammer something about spending five minutes searching for my i.d., and i see that she signed me in at 10:30... and i relize that my watch was the only thing i didn't set forward... will she survive the next two weeks? who knows, folks, who knows... and how bad will it fuck her over if she loses her job? very badly, folks, very badly... about the only thing she could do is start collecting donations for the "get tree the hell out of town" fund, and maybe restart the rent_a_tree service, clean some apartments, make some dinners, and hope i have enough money that i don't have to dip too far into the morally questionable... please please please let this day get better... happy monday to me... 040405 ... once again like design... 040405 ... minnesota_chris I spent the whole day sneezing and blowing my nose. When I finally got to work, I found out that this is my last week here. 040406 what's it to you? who go blather from