Month: April 2015

Pick up that precious something…

Sara

…and relax for a delicate few… It’s been almost three years since our trip to Colorado. I never wrote the detailed post I had planned about it, complete with pictures and a lot of flailing about music and mountains. At the time I couldn’t write about it without ugly crying all over my computer. At this point, I think it’s best left to the mental archives. The trip was worth every last one of those… Keep reading…Pick up that precious something…

Save me that frustration…

Sara

Dear Writer’s Block, You are an insufferable bitch. GTFO please and thank you. No love, —Me Something, something, dead horses. When the writing sits at critical mass for extended periods of time, my brain comes up with a lot of inane activities to fill the void. (No, no, more inane than usual.) I was looking at my Last.fm stats…like I do…and noticed a couple of artists were sitting at nice clean numbers. And then I… Keep reading…Save me that frustration…