Category: music: andy grammer

Let me prove it to ya…

Sara

Every so often I get this trembly-shivery-thing happening. I shiver like I am frozen to the bone even when I’m not actually cold. What is this fresh hell? By happenstance, not that long ago, I was reading an article about anxiety—more specifically Generalized Anxiety Disorder—and it described twitching and trembling as a symptom. It got me thinking about the shaky-trembly bullshit I deal with and I think I solved the mystery. At least in part…. Keep reading…Let me prove it to ya…

Gonna turn out fine…

Sara

Bob and I went to the State Fair on Thursday. We did a lot of walking and I’m still in pain, because I am ridiculously out of shape. The night before we made a list of the food we really wanted to try and a few other things we wanted to check out. One thing in particular I wanted to see was a vendor called Rock N Roll Jewelry—jewelry made from guitar strings and picks… Keep reading…Gonna turn out fine…

Crazy would be changing your mind…

Sara

I had this whole post planned out in my head waxing analytical and poetic about the state of my brain when it comes to making decisions and blah, blah, blah. Then it got really long and drawn-out and it missed the point entirely of what I really wanted to say. I had a pipe dream about a road trip. Then I got nudged by a couple of completely fantastic friends about said pipe dream. And… Keep reading…Crazy would be changing your mind…

Back to what we had…

Sara

The fixation continues. I am far too easily amused by watching my Last.fm top ten shift around. Or rather, at this point, it’s the top four and there are 28 plays standing between numbers three and four. That’s just one master playlist worth of listening for the upset. I’m tempted to listen to some Train specifically to keep them in the lead, but the obsessive whack job easily fascinated part of my mushy brain will… Keep reading…Back to what we had…

Cut through all this noise…

Sara

Dragging my way into Hell Week with back pain, headaches, and obnoxious fatigue. I’m completely useless two weeks out of every month. But it’s a GIFT! A monthly GIFT! Shut-up before I stab you in the throat. In the meantime, my blood pressure is completely out of whack and my arm is sore from the monitor cuff squeezing the hell out of it. I’m trying to remember to monitor it for at least a week… Keep reading…Cut through all this noise…

It’s that late night smell…

Sara

I don’t sleep at night. I nap. Because two to three hours of sleep is not a night of sleep. It’s a fucking NAP. As much as I love naps (and I do love naps) it’s ridiculous that I am only capable of sleeping two to three hours a night. And those aren’t even continuous hours. Those are broken into one-hour-or-less intervals. Why yes I AM about to start hucking rocks a people. Let’s just… Keep reading…It’s that late night smell…