A Parting Of Ways

I don't know the correct way to start this one. I've deleted the opening possibly a hundred times, if not more. Every sentence feels, Like a labour. Every sentence, a¬†sentence. I started digging this little hole in the internet, precisely because I knew this moment was coming. The hopes would be that by the time … Continue reading A Parting Of Ways

An Anniversary… Of Sorts

Howdy Doody! Yesterday, no wait, we'll say today because it's more meaningful, FINE, FINE, we'll just say Yesterday marked an occasion. It was the one year anniversary of me creating this place! No song this time, but I hereby give you permission to listen to whatever it is yer currently blaring. Only, I never did … Continue reading An Anniversary… Of Sorts

Attack of the Man-Child

Howdy Doody! I'm going to attempt to try to filter myself and maybe if we're very lucky, leave here with 700 (spoiler: I make it to 500) words or so worth reading. What's new with you? How's yer missus/mister/person? And the kids are holding up ok? Ahh, that's good to he- Right, you've had your … Continue reading Attack of the Man-Child

Three Little Wins or “Hey, at least I’m trying.”

Howdy Doody! I'm back, or at the very least, I'm on the road to getting back. If you haven't heard the good news, that bastard Henri Fayol has finally, FINALLY been laid to rest. Before we go further, here's today's song. May have linked it before, but I don't think I ever swore not to … Continue reading Three Little Wins or “Hey, at least I’m trying.”

Stuck in a rut.

Howdy doody! As brief as this piece is, click any part of this text for a tune! Ugh, somehow two weeks have passed without me throwing up so much as a morsel on here. Considering how early I am into this, that seems ominous. Like I should be concerned... . .. ... Fuck. . .. … Continue reading Stuck in a rut.

Thursday Tribulations

Howdy Doo-aufaufauf-dy... Yes, I'm still sick. I think I'm done though. This¬†feels like the last day of it. The brain no longer feels like mush and the sweating, that eternal, viscous sweating is finally over. However, Every few minutes, maybe even hours, There will be silence in my home, Until...   My chest no longer … Continue reading Thursday Tribulations