it's a convoluted mess
I just deleted 24 spam comments from my filter. Of those 24 comments, 15 of them were all for the same post. When I do a mass-delete of spam comments, the majority of the comments are for that exact post. I have no idea what possible keyword in that post causes it to garner so much spam, but it’s very bizarre. Also, people need a fucking hobby. Write a bot that’s useful mmmkay? Or go… Keep reading…Grace…
Writing about writing should not be so bloody difficult. I’m pretty sure there’s some sort of poetic irony in the fact that I have writer’s block when it comes to writing about writing. All that just to say: I’ve been writing. It sounds strange to say that as I haven’t really been able to for quite some time. The gaping void I’ve been feeling has been filled with dozens of pages of text and I’m… Keep reading…A million years from now would be too soon…
Friday night I was putting away groceries in the pantry. I brought my hand back toward me and smashed my thumb against the interior edge of the cabinet frame. PAIN. Jeezy Creezy, the PAIN. Also, a thick chunk of skin hanging loose. And blood. Lots of blood. I kept it bandaged for two days until it stopped bleeding long enough to clot and scab. (Visual images, you are welcome.) Who knew smooth wood could be… Keep reading…Sliced…
Those who know me best know the story of Aaron. The boy I had a crush on for most of junior high and high school. I was “so in love” with him and had a pseudo friendship with him for a [very] brief time. And it actually wasn’t all in my head. It was way more convoluted than it needed to be in the way the teenage mind convolutes things. Or at least the way… Keep reading…Unrequited…
The corner of one of my bottom front teeth is chipped. It’s very small and not terribly noticeable at first glance, but it’s there. Most of the time I don’t notice it unless I deliberately run my tongue across it. But some days, it feels sharp enough to cut right through my lip. I have no idea how I chipped it. But I remember exactly when it happened. September 16, 2008. I was driving around… Keep reading…Chipped…
This has become my every night. No matter what time I get up in the morning, I’m wide awake all night long. I crawl into bed with only a couple of hours until Bob’s alarm goes off for work. Something is not right. I don’t know what it is. — Something’s Wrong Tommy Stinson