it's a convoluted mess
I’m so glad I have a spam filter on the comments on this thing. That way I don’t have to wade through a fuckton of notifications when I get several dozen gibberish spam comments at once because people need a fucking hobby. I can just do a mass delete whenever I happen to notice, hey, there’s a fuckton of spam comments waiting to be deleted. This arrived on my doorstep yesterday. Bob and I each… Keep reading…Searching for lamp posts…
There is too much going on in my head right now. I can tell my stress levels are spiking (moreso than usual at least) just by reading my Twitter stream. It’s inundated with my latest fixations and excessive f-bombs. How is this different than any other day? Really, I’m not sure, but I do believe there is an actual increase. Bob said it best, my Twitter stream is really just a conversation with myself. I… Keep reading…Words without a sound…
Three nights in a row I slept through the night. Night four? Not so much. We went to bed around ten and I fell asleep sometime during a playlist. I woke up a little after 1:00 with a mouthful of heartburn. Yes. A mouthful. Yes. I had to share that. I got out of bed, ate a fistful of Tums, drank some cold water, sat upright for awhile. Then put my Sleephones back on, put… Keep reading…So much for that…
Dear WordPress, I would appreciate it if you would not take it upon yourself to go ahead and change my default settings on things. If I want things that way—I will change them to that myself. Please and thank you. Hate you so much, Me In other news, last night, for the first time in probably two months or more, I slept through the night. In the way that I sleep through the night. Which… Keep reading…Ugly on the inside…
I started out writing a post and it turned into one giant bitch-fest. I decided to abandon that one. Because while the occasional bitch-fest is therapeutic, that one was fucking obnoxious. I’ve been trying to compose a “real” post for awhile and…I got nothing. Sure I have plenty of things to write about. I just can’t compose a coherent post. So I just don’t write anything. Oh I’ve been writing. I’ve been doing a lot… Keep reading…Don’t wanna dance…
If you need me, I will be wrapped up watching this… Because I have the best. Husband. Ever. —