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Andy Grammer. Remember when I had about seventy-five embarrassing posts in a row babbling incessantly about this guy? Yeah. He still holds a prominent place in my music-obsessed heart. When we saw him live last year, he played a new song called The Good Parts. It was just him and his piano and it was magic. I’ll admit it. I cried the first time I listened to this thing. (Nevermind I cry at… Keep reading…Sunshine Soldier…
It’s offensive-something-o’clock in the middle of the night and I’m sitting at my desk in the dark with a mug of room-temperature tea. As I’m writing this, the oldest post on the main page of ye olde blog is my Year in Review survey for 2016. Which means I’ve only published ten posts in 2017. If I actually post this one, it will finally push that one to the next page. But still. That’s pathetic…. Keep reading…Standing in the dark…
Oh hey it’s the middle of November. Thanksgiving is next week. I haven’t written anything here since the middle of September. Because reasons. A lot of reasons. It’s November 18th. Ten years ago today I spent eight hours sitting in a Caribou talking to a boy I met on the internet. Ten. Years. My twenties were full of a lot of bad, BAD decisions. But an insomnia-induced whim to create a profile on a free… Keep reading…One Decade…
Bob took Monday and Tuesday off for a long weekend. We spent most of it on the couch, being lazy, playing video games, having inane conversations, and laughing A LOT. We went out to dinner and overstuffed ourselves with Mexican food. We even got dessert, which we never do. Eight years. He’s my favorite. — I’ll Bet On You Toad the Wet Sprocket
I currently have twenty-six posts sitting in drafts. There are a few that are mostly finished, but I have no intention of posting. Things I’ve written that I thought I wanted to dump into the ether, but once it was on the page I no longer felt compelled to press publish. I keep them because it felt better getting it out of my head. It’s the closest thing I have to a private journal these… Keep reading…Standing right here…
Oh hey, it’s August. July was fully centered on surgery and recovery and staring blankly at various points in front of me because I didn’t have the energy for much else. Aside from whining about it on Twitter. I did A LOT of whining about it on Twitter. Nothing new there. So. Stuff. And things… 1.) I may or may not write a lengthy post about septoplasty and bilateral turbinate reduction. I have plenty to… Keep reading…Melting over time…