Meatballs with Buffalo sauce…

Buffalo Meatballs...

I grew up in a house of really bland food. The only seasonings my mom ever used were salt and pepper. My dad is picky as hell when it comes to food and is very meat and potatoes…bland meat and potatoes. Meat and potatoes are not a bad thing. I love me some potatoes of any variety—I can take or leave (usually leave) the meat. I just prefer a little more flavor than salt and… Keep reading…Meatballs with Buffalo sauce…

The compass of my heart…

Andy Grammer - Magazines or Novels

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…

Listen line by line…

O.A.R. - The Rockville LP

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…

Sink or see it through…

I have achieved the war bear...erm...Caboose mount!

I trailed off mid-sentence while talking to Bob because I got distracted by the bright green light on the power supply under his desk. This is my brain and welcome to it. In the past few months, I’ve largely detached myself from the internet so I have little to no idea what’s going on in the world. If I didn’t have a pack of pills to count down every four weeks, I’d have absolutely no… Keep reading…Sink or see it through…

Ambulatory Electroencephalogram…

72 hour ambulatory electroencephalogram...

My first neurologist appointment was nothing like I expected. I fully expected to go in, explain the phantom smoke stench, and have her stare at me like I’m insane. Then tell me since the MRI and EEG found nothing, there is nothing to be found. Neither nurse nor doctor stared at me like I was out of my mind when I told them I smell cigarette smoke that isn’t there. That’s the kind of thing… Keep reading…Ambulatory Electroencephalogram…

Scratch ticket lottery…

shuffle...shuffle...shuffle...DOINK

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…