Sanctified Mondays

Oh Mondays Mondays Mondays who doesn't love them, ehh?
Oop day doop, i'm sorry mindlessly bored and daydreaming of eloping with Stephanie, my queen.
The queen of the my heart, "awwwwe."
I can see it now, running of to some far away land,
not too cold, not too hot, not too close to the equator.
Because Stephanie can't handle the sun's stare,
she'd flee or she'd, consequently, start her tribulation, which is starting to resemble a Coka Cola bottle and less like the queen of my heart.

Daydreaming, what's better?

Oh well, tomorrow is Tuesday, the best day of the week,
or for now, it seems like it is; it's so close.

I won't have to daydream.
I'm a Philogynist for her alone.
what a lucky guy, that Phil.
Must'a really liked women to have a word named after him.
He also could have been a transexual, because he liked women so much.
Either way, he's absolutely, deliciously, ignobly cool...in my book, sorta.

Well let this be the beginning of some drollery.
I have no life...