In case anyone wondered where my post titles originate — they’re all song lyrics (except WTF Wednesdays). Sometimes a song is stuck in my head all day. Sometimes it’s what I hear in the car. Sometimes I have to page through my (extensive) music library for just the right thing to sum up my mood. … Read More The spotlight’s hitting something
Well, today, I wore a few things that I usually don’t: (1) sportsball shirt, and (2) athletic shoes. Here’s the thing. While I give exactly no fucks about sports, having a professional sports team has been good for the city. And when Torrid actually had a Thunder shirt this year (I do not recall seeing ones… Read More The breeze is so busy it don’t miss a tree
Yay income taxes. Well, not really. I’m pretty sure I’m getting screwed somewhere, but Turbo Tax says pay The Man. That explains today’s choice of accessory and also the lack of inspiration in my outfit. Necklace: Fuck The Man. Sweater: Universal Standard-Curve Cardigan. Size XL (26/28). Tank: ASOS Curve. They don’t have this exact one anymore, but this one is… Read More Let’s go make some noise
I do not know what Zooey’s issue is, but she likes to try and cram her head up my nostril. She has done this since she was a tiny kitten. I have dubbed this “snouting.” This makes it somewhat difficult to type: (The second photo is older, but depicts the action more clearly.) Anyway. So… Read More Only for a moment, and the moment’s gone
Zooey the Assface decided that human sleep was overrated again last night. Then, this morning, she was snuggling, and something startled her, and she launched into orbit and took a part of my arm with her. Here, she is gazing with suspicion at the front door because she heard the lawn guys: Despite my sleep-deprived… Read More While we’re wide awake
Yesterday and today both featured earthquakes. I wouldn’t have been awake for the one this morning, but Zooey is a giant asshole. I get up to pee, she senses my eyes are open, and then she starts howling at the top of her lungs. I finally give up so that maybe Lendon can get some… Read More And I hate elevator music
Despite the scheduling going very wrong, I was able to get the nerves on the right side of my S-I joint burned down on Tuesday. And of course, since it takes a few days for the nerves to actually realize someone electrocuted them, it still hurts for the rest of the week. When I hurt,… Read More Don’t call it a sign of the times when it’s always been this way
Today, at least for the last few hours, they’ve been the bombs that start with “F.” I’m supposed to have the right side nerves burned tomorrow, but the facility hadn’t called with a time by like, 2:30. I call them, and find out I’m not on the schedule. Excuse me what? So then, I try… Read More I came to drop bombs
Blogging most of my outfits has made me aware of what I’m wearing in a different way. Don’t get me wrong, I’m the worst about staring at my closet for 20 minutes trying to figure out what to wear to work, or to a dinner out, or to the fucking grocery store. But now I’ve… Read More But you never noticed that I was in pain
While this morning started out kind of badly, the rest of the day didn’t suck as much as it could have. When I was getting ready for work, I had to remember to take my medicine. I usually fill my old-lady pill-holder up at the beginning of the week so I remember whether I took… Read More I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked
Crotchless Yoga Pants 