Category: writing: wicked

As of now there is no ground…

Sara

Somewhere in March. Week 106. I think. I keep starting and abandoning this thing because attention spans are for schmucks. People are once again convinced “it’s all over.” This happened last year too and it most definitely was not over. I will be happy to be wrong. But I don’t trust a goddamn thing anymore. (Not that I ever did. Especially when it comes to this Global Fucking Pandemic.) So I’m sticking with the glass-half-empty… Keep reading…As of now there is no ground…

No need to analyze…

Sara

August is almost over and I actually considered just saying FUCKIT to the July Last.fm stats, but here we are. Week 75…76…whatever… Everything is still shitty so we’re still counting weeks. Anyway. It has actually rained a few times in the last week (there is a whole lot of rumbling thunder as I type) so the humidity is up to make the incessant 80/90-something temperatures more disgusting. But the extended forecast is promising a drop… Keep reading…No need to analyze…

Look a little bit older…

Sara

Three posts in the same month? Don’t get too excited now. I’m just working through my Year In Review bullshit and we’ll be back to my normal bullshit in no time. Week 41… I think. Or the top of 42. Depending on what day I finally hit publish. Whatever. It’s January. It’s a new year. It’s the same shit on a different date. We had sixteen days of vacation, doing our usual of avoiding people,… Keep reading…Look a little bit older…

Voluntary victim…

Sara

It’s December. 37 Weeks… We survived November, but I’ll finally believe there’s a chance things will start to change in a positive direction if we get to January 21st without the festering pile of rotting excrement fucking up everything even more than he already has. Thanksgiving was just the two of us at home, and while it was nice to not have the three-day post social gathering hangover recovery, it was really weird. I haven’t… Keep reading…Voluntary victim…

Any place but here…

Sara

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…

Pretty ain’t a job…

Sara

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…