it's a convoluted mess
March. Sure. Warm. Cold. Warm. Snow. Warm. Snow. Warm. Blizzard. Snow. Cold. Snow. Warm. FIRE WEATHER. Sounds about right. It took five and a half years of fidgeting with it, but I finally wore out the Popsocket on my phone. I popped it open and my phone promptly went strangely…limp…in my hand and I realized the top half of the plastic was hanging by a quater-inch connection. The last bit tore the rest of the… Keep reading…Shadows on the glass…
I first started this draft on December 2nd. It has been a slog to fill this thing out. Why do it if it feels like such a chore? Tradition. Normalcy. Because at least it’s writing something. 2026 is the Year of the Horse. Guess who’s excited? Jinx and her buddies are ready to party. 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 2021 |… Keep reading…A Year in Review…2025…
December. On one hand…HOW. On the other…it feels like it has been thirty years since January and we’re only in the first year of this fucking administration for the love of fucking Christ. It might not be the last day of the month, but it is the last half-baked lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats of the year. I have struggled so hard with writing anything in any form the last…who the fuck knows how… Keep reading…It’s been so long…
I’ll continue to be my worst enemy… October. Something, something, the end of the month. One day recently we were in the car, and I was singing along to Fall Out Boy, like I do, and in the middle of Hold Me Like a Grudge, Bob asked, “How long did it take you to learn this song*?” Because, in true Patrick Stump fashion, it is a mouthful. That man is incredibly difficult to keep up… Keep reading…Maxed out like a credit card…
September. Par for the course lately, the end of September. People are celebrating the arrival of fall and I’m sitting here in my air conditioned house looking at another week of eighty-some humid degrees, spitting expletives and rude gestures. FNEH. Bob’s brother, Tommy, is getting married this weekend. Bob is one of the groomsmen so we are involved and we are both already exhausted from the introverts-out-of-their-cave of it all. Every time I look at… Keep reading…Just the other night…
But who needs tiiiiiiiiime… August. Or more importantly, it is now the END of August and HALLE-FUKCING-LUJAH for that. Last weekend it was sixy-some degrees out and we turned off the A/C and opened the windows for four days. Then it shot back into the 80’s. Because of course it did. But it’s Labor Day weekend and the temperature is supposed to drop again later in the week and hopefully we won’t have to turn… Keep reading…With a little more time…