it's a convoluted mess
1.) My head is in a weird place. I’m not entirely sure how to describe it. I never am really, but things have been a little more off as of late and I don’t know how to feel about it. 2.) Funerals, no matter how well you did or did not know the person, are a miserable experience. 3.) Sometimes when you get news, the only viable response is Well Fuck. 4.) We finally bought… Keep reading…Everything to come…
We’ve been over my deep-rooted emotional attachment to music. Countless times. With little fanfare, Andy Grammer released a new single today. I’ll admit it… I fucking cried. (Just a little bit.) I kind of wish I was kidding. And then I paid attention to the lyrics and further cemented AG’s high-ranking place on my list of very favorite music makers. I was listening to this when Bob got home from work. He took one look… Keep reading…More than I even understand…
I have two scrapes on the back of my hand from smashing it two different times on the bottom of the stair railing. As it turns out, there is a rather sharp edge on the end of the railing. They don’t look like much, but son of a mother they hurt. It should also be mentioned that I was carrying a laundry basket both times and therefore must stand by my claim: Laundry is fucking… Keep reading…Falling through the sky…
… Apparently the only thing I am capable of writing here as of late are bulleted lists. … My sinuses are revolting again. At first I thought it was allergies. Bob’s allergies were kicking in, mine probably were too. But then there was the sore throat, the fever, and the feeling that I got hit by a truck. That lasted a few days but the sinuses have held out much longer. Neither allergy nor cold… Keep reading…The more you turn away…
S: Should I sign up for an Instagram account now that I have an Android device? R: Don’t be a douche. (and then I laughed out loud because it’s like he knows me) — — Jesus Was a Test Tube Baby Stage
S: A thirty-three year old woman and an eighteen year old guy…could it work? R: Honey, you’re not allowed to have an eighteen year old boyfriend. S: Dammit. Way to ruin my plans. — — Brand New Me Nine Days