it's a convoluted mess
Actually at this very moment as I’m typing this it’s 6:21AM. But song lyrics as post titles and all that… I finally have my follow up with Dr. Brain next week. You know…TWELVE WEEKS after my EEG. But let’s rewind… I got a bill for the MRI (from March) and 2/5 of the 5-day EEG. Because Park Nicollet’s billing system makes a whole lot of sense. Bob took it away from me before I could… Keep reading…It’s like five AM…
So… This dropped. It’s that guy again. In my head the color scheme of the album cover is totally a reference to Red Vs Blue. Because that’s how my brain works—mashing together all my unhealthy obsessions fixations into one all-inclusive fandom. I always have these extensive essays built up in my head when it comes to writing about music (new or otherwise), but when I sit down to put it on paper screen, the words… Keep reading…The compass of my heart…
This band, man. I fucking love them. *AHEM* My introduction to O.A.R. was Hey Girl in heavy rotation on Drive 105. (Oh how I miss non-shitty radio stations.) Somewhere along the line Love and Memories was added to the mix, but I don’t recall really looking into more of their music until Shattered (Turn the Car Around) hit radio. (After Drive went the way of every other station on the 105 frequency.) All Sides was… Keep reading…Listen line by line…
Do you have any idea what it’s like to walk down the hallway in the dark in the middle of the night and find a Tonberry in your path? Way more disturbing than it should be for a foot-tall stuffed animal. It’s after three in the morning. My mind is racing on a million different things. I might be starting to get a little bit tired, but it’s only fitting that sleep is giving me… Keep reading…Scratch ticket lottery…
1.) I am bored and irritated with the internet. And most people in general. And reading the news makes me want to start campaigning to enact mandatory sterilization of complete imbeciles. 2.) I’ve been listening to a lot of Glee music. (Though mostly just songs featuring Kurt and Blaine.) Because sometimes a person just needs to drown out the incessant noise with painfully awkward music numbers. 3.) Writer’s block is kicking my ass and draining… Keep reading…While the walls come tumbling down…
The epic levels of obsession reached with this performance back in the day knew no bounds. Oh Matt… — It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday MMC kids