it's a convoluted mess
1.) Watching Bob play The Last of Us. Fucking Christ THIS GAME. They have you crying before the opening credits roll and then…oh ye gods. And I’m pretty sure the character Ellie swears more than I do. That’s saying something. 2.) Family picnic tomorrow at the park around the corner. I’m trying not to dread social interaction. 3.) Season 11 of Red vs Blue started last night. I painted my nails red vs blue for… Keep reading…Wrong way down…
Despite making little to no progress on the Ben & Marina story for MONTHS, that project is constantly on the brain when it comes to writing. It probably doesn’t help (or maybe it does) that I tend to listen to the Ben & Marina playlist several times a week. And as given songs play, the corresponding points in the story roll around in my head. I’m currently hung up on trying to write a scene… Keep reading…Words that come to mind…
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…