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There’s this asshole who every time he sees me with my ukulele he thinks he’s funny and asks “Can you play any Metallica?” but the joke is now on him because I just learned how to play the intro riff to Master of Puppets.

I did it. I fucking did it. He asked me again just like I knew he would and I stared him straight in the eyes without blinking and just fucking shredded on my ukulele


(Source: meidosuji)

It’s funny how we think we have time. That we’re under the illusion that because we can give value to it that it is our. In all actuality, we belong to time. It has us by the balls and demands attention and respect. I would love to be liberated by time, but as an hourly employee I remain enslaved. Every 15 minutes matters and that mandatory hour break, albeit it amounts to $1.89 and $7.55 respectively, it adds up. When our time is expended, I know I can’t be the only one who thinks of all the things I could be doing. I once read that time is a slut, she screws everyone. Your day is too short, and your days too short. Learn to love her. Appreciate when you’re having a good time and she slows down to enjoy the moments with you. Thank her for the days the menial 8-5 jobs seem to take “no time.” 

Time, can’t live with her, can’t live without her. 

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