Transporter 2sday

Today is Monday, which means that tomorrow is Transporter 2sday. I have difficulty expressing how excited I am for Transporter 2, mostly because it's the sort of "excitement" that comes over you when you think, "Maybe there's mail waiting for me at home!" or "Hey, lunch!" It's an oasis of change in the desert of the mundane. (The Dessert of the Mundane is something else entirely ... tiramisu, I think.) Considering that today there was no mail waiting for me at home, and lunch was largely underwhelming, the prospect of Transporter 2 rocking my ass like a hemorrhoid is looming large.

Do prospects loom? Probably not. Come to think of it, do prospects even do anything? I guess they just kinda sit there. Man, prospects are lame. Fuck prospects. If prospects were bad guys who left their guns in their other pants, the Transporter would grab an Ikea endtable and kick their asses.