it's a convoluted mess
May marks six months since Joe died. I fucking hate that statement. It’s something that enters my brain every single day and it still feels like some sort of bad joke. Twice in the past month I have told two different people I don’t know that my brother died and I realized that was the first time I’ve uttered those words out loud to a person not in my isolated circle. And hoo boy, while… Keep reading…A matter of time…
February. Fine. Whatever. I had six posts in January. Two were year-in-review and one was the monthly Last.fm stats. But there were three run-of-the-mill blog posts and I haven’t posted that much in one month since early 2016. Will it keep up? Who knows? I had a list of things I wanted to dump into a post and then the calendar turned over and the fourth of the month whacked me in the back of… Keep reading…Right behind the haze…
Do you own a car? Did you finance it? Is it paid off? Make sure you have both your title AND your lien release and put them in a safe place that’s easy to find when it comes time to relinquish said car. Anyway. Here’s a disastrous wall of text… I got my driver’s license roughly two months shy of my 23rd birthday. I had my license for a month when I bought my very… Keep reading…The part where it’s over…
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…
It’s June. It’s Week 64…ish. It is ungodly o’clock in the middle of the night as I type this and it is STILL EIGHTY FUCKING DEGREES outside. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this (I have. Countless times.), but I fucking hate summer so goddamn much. (I’m not the only one.) It’s not even officially summer yet, and we’re in the middle of a week-long hellscape of ninety-some-odd-fucking-degree temperatures and I am unfathomably angry… Keep reading…It’s a coin toss…
Any time but now… Week 33… Tomorrow is fucking election day and we’re completely fucked no matter which way it goes so fuck everything forever. I had many ideas and intentions to make this more like a real blog post but…FEH. I’m so fucking tired. Mentally, physically, emotionally FUCKING EXHAUSTED. So here is a barely half-assed lead-in to my monthly Last.fm stats. This word count is one of the only things helping me hold on… Keep reading…Any place but here…