Letter from an occupant

Dear Monday,

I hate you and your stupid rainy face. However, you give me an excuse to listen to sad bastard music from my adolescence, so maybe I just dislike you a lot. A lot.

Also, Dolores O'Riordan, I miss you and all your Cranberries. Perhaps y'all can reunite and call up Frente for a private concert on my porch. I promise to make cupcakes.


Xoxo,
Neola