"Qué será, será. Whatever will be, will be."
Everyone's probably familiar with the song. And for reasons that are completely unknown to me (especially considering I haven't heard it in, well, ages), the blasted song has been playing in my mind since this morning.
Whatever will be, will be, it says.
Crap, I say. Fate is rubbish.
I guess this is why they call this the Quarter-Life CRISIS.
And by the way?
This has got to stop. I spend wayyy too much time online these days. I don't even know how I survived metered internet access.
shpoink: I'm actually looking forward to this weekend. Do that thing for a change.