it's a convoluted mess
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…
Shush, Patrick. 28 Weeks… (Or the top of 29, but who’s counting?) I just… The news… It never fucking ends… I…don’t want to talk about it. We’re a month out from the election and I have absolutely zero faith anything good will come out of it no matter which way it goes (Oh, but we all know how it’s going to go.) All I know is that I am sitting at critical mass over here… Keep reading…I could scream forever…
Week 20… Five months… I haven’t written a real blog post in a very long time. By “real” I mean, a blog post with a lot of words for the sake of a blog post with a lot of words and not these snippet things that are just a lead-in to my monthly Last.fm stats. It’s not for lack of trying…mostly. I’ve started countless drafts that eventually ended up in the trash because it just… Keep reading…Pretty ain’t a job…
F-BOMBS AHOY!!! So…business as usual. The last thing I ever want to do anymore is write about current events and the horrifying state of the world, but we’re in the middle of an actual fucking GLOBAL PANDEMIC and Minnesota is under a Shelter-In-Place order and you know what? Just fuck everything forever. … Here’s the thing…being relegated to the house 24/7 really hasn’t changed much for me. I don’t leave the house if I don’t… Keep reading…Couldn’t get out…