Mondays

You know those Mondays on TV commercials where everything is going wrong for the person..they wake up late, the dog ate their shoes, the boss is angry at them and so on and so forth but then they get a cup of coffee or a chocolate bar and everything is alright?? I just had one of those Mondays bu there was no fucking coffee or chocolate bar to make me feel better.

To sum up my true feelings on this day I would like to get philosophical.

Ok, so people say god has always existed, forever. He has been a godly entity since the beginning of time..maybe even before. So, what makes him think he can but a bunch of people on a planet and tell them how to live and try and dictate their actions?? I mean...he's a god, he's never been in our situation! Anytime he gets a flat fucking tire he could just fly around! He doesn't need to work cause he's a mother fucking god! All in all I blame this all on god and his poor planning and would like to give a big Fuck you to the guy upstairs. I'm sorry if this offends some of you but it's just my opinion.