it's a convoluted mess
I have a deep-rooted emotional attachment to the music I love. I’ve probably mentioned that before. I do have a tendency to repeat myself. I know. You’re shocked. I also firmly believe that without this music, I would not be alive right now. It was the one thing keeping me from flinging myself off a cliff for so many years while I was getting progressively sicker, barely keeping my head above water. Then I met… Keep reading…I’ll do this all again…
It has been 18 days since I smashed my foot with a Vita Rain bottle. It is not visibly bruised anymore, but I can definitely still feel it when I bump or apply pressure to the spot. Which is fine, I suppose, except for the fact that I am constantly hitting that spot. I’ve been awake since 2-something. I managed to wake up just before it started storming last night. I was laying in bed… Keep reading…Thoughts get tangled…
I can never seem to spell San Francisco correctly on the first try. At least not without staring at it for several, perplexing moments because it never looks like an actual word. Today’s Friday right? I never know what the hell day it is without checking a calendar several times a day. It’s been a really bad week for keeping track of that. It’s been…a week…this week. Meaning: not a good one in terms of… Keep reading…I’ve been Oh Hell No…
It occurs to me that I have no idea what the population of the city I live in actually is. There are three cities that all have the same zip code and all of them have the exact same population number on their city-limit signs. So combining the three there are 18-some thousand people? Is that what that means? But how many are just in my city? This is the type of crap my mind… Keep reading…Population: Me…
Did you know Kyrie Eleison is Greek for Lord have mercy? I looked that up recently. Because I’ve been singing that song for the last…twenty…some years without a fucking clue what it actually meant. (Kyrie by Mr. Mister) Apropos of nothing and all that. Anyway. … I was trying to write about writing, as I do, but much like the writing—it wasn’t working. So I deleted it. … Last week I smashed my toe by… Keep reading…Where I find myself again…
Saturday afternoon Bob and I hauled it down to Small Town, Minnesota for my cousin Jamie’s graduation party. Little Jamie, the first of many babies my mom took care of from my mid-teens and on. Little Jamie graduated from high school and now I feel So. Freaking. Old. Attending her party meant seeing members of my dad’s family I see all of once a year…if that. This is all well and good, they generally save… Keep reading…Brain freeze…