it's a convoluted mess
A baker’s dozen. I send him Dinosaur and Foxes in Love comics over Discord. He drops inside jokes to his FFXIV raid group that they don’t get to make me laugh. We are bad at adult responsibilities and good at shameless inanity. He is the calm center of my hurricane mind. I still marvel at how it is possible to love one human being SO. FUCKING. MUCH. — Did…did he just…quote song lyrics at me?… Keep reading…Thirteen…
According to WordPress there are 221 revisions on this post. That might be some sort of record. This thing has a way higher word count than I ever expected it to for what I originally wanted to write. Granted I can’t imagine the word count function on this platform is terribly accurate considering all of the HTML tags, links, and alt-text crammed in here. I have no idea how it handles that. Still. It’s excessive…. Keep reading…Every single minute…
September. Week 129. Is it relevant to still count weeks? I don’t know. Whatever. September 1st hit and the internet proclaimed that SUMMER IS OVER and IT’S FALL and Bitch, it is EIGHTY-SEVEN DEGREES with a heat index of NINETY. The forecast keeps claiming the temperature is going to drop and when that time rolls around, the temperature does not drop. When I can turn off the A/C and the multiple fans for the last… Keep reading…Weapon of choice…
August. One month closer to the end of the festering hellscape that is summer (and Summertime SAD). Last year we still had the A/C running in October and if that happens again this year, I can’t be blamed if I start breaking shit. Week 125… People are still convinced it’s all over, except every single one of them seems to be catching The Plague, so… Anyway. O.A.R. dropped a new album. Matt Nathanson released a… Keep reading…Out on a ledge…
O.A.R. dropped a new album with little more than 48 hours notice. I had no idea how much I needed that this week until they delivered. I love this band so goddamn much. That is all. Carry on. — You Don’t Have to Say Goodbye O.A.R.
I am incessantly ornery. It’s July. We all know how I feel about July. Our bedroom is consistently eighty degrees or hotter depending on how hot it is outside and sometimes I wonder if the lone air vent under our Giant Window of Western Exposure is actually connected to the rest of the HVAC system in our Tiny House of Three Windows That Open. If you stand directly on top of it when the A/C… Keep reading…The trench is dug…