“Wednesday’s child is full of woe”
Original Book of Knowledge, published in 1775
I was born on a Wednesday.
Turns out it was all wrong – 100 years later: Wednesday’s kids ” shall be given to the Study of Learning, and shall profit thereby”
Well here is the modern day Wednesday – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Di310WS8zLk
- I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation.
- I know I’m stubborn, single-minded, and obsessive. But those are all traits of great writers. Yes, and serial killers — what’s your point?
- For some reason I cannot fathom or indulge, you seem to like me.
- Use the words ‘little’ and ‘girl’ to address me again and I can’t guarantee your safety.
- Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.
- There’s nothing quite like the feeling of being proven right.
- Anytime I grow nauseous at the sight of a rainbow or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, I’ll think of you.
- I could eat Girl Scouts for breakfast.
- I haven’t always been against birthdays. Each one reminds me I’m a year closer to death’s cold embrace.
- Sometimes I act like I don’t care if people like me. Deep down, I secretly enjoy it.
- I don’t believe in mandatory volunteer work, sugar-coated history, or happy endings. But most of all… I don’t believe in coincidences.
- I don’t have a phone. I refuse to be a slave to technology.
- I enjoy funerals. I’ve been crashing them since I was old enough to read the obituary section.
- I’m not friend material, let alone more-than-friend material. I will ignore you, stomp on your heart, and always put my needs and interests first.
- I see the world as a place that must be endured, and my personal philosophy is kill or be killed.
- I don’t bury hatchets. I sharpen them.
- I must be losing my mind. It’s not nearly as fun as I anticipated.
- Dead people are notoriously bad at returning calls.
- Emotions are a gateway trait. They lead to feelings, which trigger tears. I don’t do tears.
- I like being an island. A well-fortified one surrounded by sharks.
- Every day is about me. This one just comes with cake and a bad song.
- You know what they say, never bring a knife to a sword fight unless it’s concealed.
- When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind: rope, shovel, hole.
- Birthday, yes. Happy, never.
- Just some light torture. Don’t worry; I won’t leave a mark.
- I don’t believe in heaven or hell. But I do believe in revenge. I usually serve it warm with a side of pain.
- I don’t need your help or pity. I already have a mother and a therapist, that’s enough torture, even for me.
- She’s been smothering me with hospitality. I hope to return the favor… in her sleep.
- People keep randomly smiling to me out there, it’s unsettling.
- “Can I get your autograph?” — “I only sign my name in blood. I never said it was my own blood.”
- I’m where fun goes to die.