I could scream forever…

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…

Pretty ain’t a job…

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…

Couldn’t get out…

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…

Bushels of bad habits…

It’s November. Right then. It’s nothing new, but I feel like I’m running on a looming deadline, but I have no idea what that deadline might be for or when it’s going to hit. I feel like this pretty much all the time, but lately it’s been a much stronger sense of dread and I have no idea what is causing the uptick. And I don’t like it. In fun news… FFXIV released patch 5.1… Keep reading…Bushels of bad habits…

Burn the ashes…

Hey it’s September. I didn’t even realize it was Labor Day Weekend until Thursday when Bob mentioned the long weekend coming up. I knew it was close, but my brain hadn’t registered just how close. I’ve been in self-preservation mode all summer because Summertime SAD needs to take Zoloft and Lexapro and go die in a fire. If I could go back to April 27th, I would have never taken that first pill. Anyway. The… Keep reading…Burn the ashes…

Obsession called while you were out…

I rarely listen to the radio. The only time anymore seems to be in the car on short trips when I don’t bring a CD to listen to, or the tiny window of time between starting the car and putting in a CD, then taking out the CD and turning off the engine. In those times, it’s either yapping DJs, commercials, or a song I’ve never heard before, but don’t like after a few bars…. Keep reading…Obsession called while you were out…