NP: Bjork - Volta
i got my weekends back.
it's weird...it's almost like the previous year has been violently shoved into a single bad day. i can remember every bad moment clearly, and they seem like one shitty day when in reality it was several hundred shit-minutes spread out over the course of a year.
with fear of "speaking too soon", everything seems to have aligned in a perfect trifecta. arranging the stones was a maddening, psoriasis inducing hellride, but here it is...the work. the music. the girl. work goes to the music, and after the music sucks up all the finances and burden, there is the girl to wipe up the remainder and rebuild the mess into something appropriate for work, which will burn and melt and form a monster for the music again. blech...this is me forcing out the poetry and failing.....
....what am i talking about? it's just a job...and i finally got one. i now have a place to go for those dead-hours during the week. a place where i occupy my time with things that matter little to me, but will enable me to relax on the weekends...occasionally splurge with the girl and the boys and myself. maybe help them all out once and a while.
i dunno where this is going or if it makes sense. i guess i feel good to finally have what i consider to be "it all".
just needed to share.
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