FUCK IT ALL

How many more of my post titles will contain the word fuck? It is an amazing word...

TODAY, as it is now, and has been, since it stopped being yesterday, is the first day of weekend of work. I get to either ask for a ride there, or strap myself to my bicycle and pedal my brains off for about ten miles. It is a great and tiresome, also usually boring, rarely dangerous, journey. The only thing that brightens this four days of seemingly endless drudgery is the fact that I get to see Rachel. (She is, for all intents and purposes my girlfriend, but referring to her as such belittles my feelings for her and her in general, really...) I do get paid on Friday, which is usually something to look forward to, but I didn't work all last weekend due to the fact that there was 'no shift Friday, Saturday, or Sunday,' so my check will be...about $30. This brings into question, I'd say, which is worth more? Money, or the time spent last weekend doing absolutely nearly nothing? The obvious choice is, obviously, the obvious choice.

I would also like to mention that last.fm has changed my life. It has inspired me to fill my hard drive with new and intriguing, wondrous aural oddities... Perhaps, I will tell you about them sooner or late.

Mountains made of steam, Thy will be done!