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…
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…
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…
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
S: I can always tell when I’ve been listening to too much Glee music because original versions of songs sound weird. R: I can always tell when you’ve been listening to too much Glee music because you always listen to too much Glee music. S: Touché. — — New Morning Darren Criss
I’ve been trying to muster up a blog post for…awhile…and…I got nothin’. I have a knot on my forehead from smashing into the edge of the freezer while putting groceries away. Because I am just that talented. I had no idea I touched my forehead so much over the course of a day until I had a bruise to hit EVERY. DAMN. TIME. Ow. In the meantime… Andy Grammer released a new song with a…
