it's a convoluted mess
Listen. The whole goddamn world is on fire. And I don’t want to talk about it. Today I have squishy feelings because it was nine years ago that I went on a date with a boy I met on the internet. We sat in a Caribou halfway between our respective homes and talked for eight hours. The weather was snow-raining and gray and cold, which is exactly what is happening outside my window right now…. Keep reading…Nine…
1.) The thing about getting a tetanus shot every ten years…you have plenty of time to forget how much they suck. Over a week later and I still have a nasty bruise and a welt from the shot. But now I don’t need another one until the year 2026. WHAT. 2.) I went in for my annual physical and came out with three more appointments. We got new insurance as of the first of the… Keep reading…Are we faking this…
Welp… It’s that time again… 2015 is “The Year of the Sheep”…SOMEBODY is very excited. — 2011 was “The Year of the House.” 2012 was “The Year of the Denver Road Trip…and Andy Grammer.” 2013 was “The Year of…apparently if it ain’t one thing, it’s another, fucking Christ.” 2014 was The Year of the Phantom Smoke Stench Dear GOD MAKE IT STOP… This year started off terribly and it took a long time to dig… Keep reading…A Year in Review…2014…
Hell week. Headache that won’t die and the sensation of my uterus being ripped to shreds and no drugs work. I’m considering googling home hysterectomies. I don’t need the damn thing anyway. But now I have Bob all to myself for nine days and I’m not sharing him. And I have cake. If the Nug doesn’t get to it first. — Hey Girl O.A.R.
The Nug. Anxiously awaiting the UPS truck. Oh yes. Hello, Lover. If you need me, I’ll be in Thedas. Petting every Nug, trying to bed down Cullen, and searching high and low for Alistair. And probably slaying dragons and darkspawn, but that’s just filler. — Hey Girl O.A.R.
I was looking at spice grinders on Amazon and everything appears to be marketed towards pot smokers. I just want to get a consistent texture in my Italian seasoning mix not make pot brownies. Whatever. In my current—never ending—writing drought, I find myself still fixated mostly on one project. I might not be making progress, but it’s holding my attention. That’s something, I suppose. I’ll eek out a few lines here and there, but not… Keep reading…Maybe I’m just high…