Nonsequitur Life

I love this show a ridiculous amount. Far more than I ever expected for a web series based on a video game I’ve never played. — Never Say Goodbye Bon Jovi

And there it is. What took six years to accumulate was overthrown in five months. What can I say? I happen to like being obsessed with the music I love. — Breathe Ryan Star

Spam comments trying to sell me Cymbalta. OH. FUCK. NO. I was on Cymbalta once. Once. That shit set me back so far it was like I’d never make any progress at all. Also it killed my sex drive to the point that the mere mention of the act made me want to scream and sob uncontrollably. I wish I was exaggerating. ANYWAY. I was showered and dressed by 8:30 this morning. (On a SATURDAY!)…

It’s odd…when I was looking for things to get for Bob for his birthday, my only hang up was what to get him. Once I figured some things out, it wasn’t difficult to spend the money. Buying something for my husband, I barely thought twice. I have a folder currently sitting on my desktop titled “wishlist.” It has pictures and a text file of links to things I’ve been considering buying for myself for my…

Had a dream last night about a current story project. It’s a bizarre thing to me when I dream about my writing. I guess in part because I am actually seeing the characters I have wandering aimlessly around in my head. There wasn’t anything earth-shattering that happened in the dream (it was pretty mundane compared to most), but seeing a character that is often muddled for me to picture…it left a residual feeling behind that…

I have decided I’m going to buy myself things for my birthday this year. I don’t ask for or expect things for my birthday. I’m not one of those women with the bullshit sense of entitlement, who expects and demands my husband to shower me with all my material desires for every occasion, and then gets all bent when he doesn’t give me what I want. Bob buys me things I want all year round….