I think I painted things too bleakly. Chris and I were never "not talking," as in refusing to talk; we just couldn't seem to get in touch. Now he has a new phone and we have talked in person. We agree that there's too much love and history between us to waste. Right now he just has to work like a mad demon and everything in his life has to be about ( Read more... )

This is pretty much how I feel about all the people I love most right now. Don't watch it unless you want to see Billy Joel singing and playing the piano.

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I'm sitting in bed drinking beer and listening to Johnny Cash sing "Sunday Morning Coming Down" on repeat. The image is probably somewhat spoiled by the fact that the beer is Blue Moon Harvest Pumpkin Ale. I doubt that was the kind Johnny had for breakfast.

( Sunday Morning Coming Down )

Y'all know how I am -- I don't listen to any music released after 1993. But if I see one more Internet fool going on about how Amy Winehouse "chose" her "lifestyle" and "chose" to die, I'm gonna punch a motherfucker. What the fuck is wrong with people who need to proclaim this kind of shit? Do they actually feel superior because they are not sick, ( Read more... )

I first heard this old country song at my paternal grandmother's house in Whitesville, Kentucky when I was about eight. I sort of liked it even though (or maybe because) it creeped me out a little, especially since I first thought they were saying "Dancing flowers on the wall." All these years later, I realize it is the perfect theme song for an ( Read more... )

( Surprise! It's not Billy Joel! )

I am at a remarkably low ebb ( Read more... )

Pain and energy levels are still shit. I've decided to go back on Tramadol for a while. The way I'm living now is untenable, and trying to medicate this with nothing but cannabis and acetaminophen has me frequently teetering on the edge of chronic bronchitis. (That's the smoking; God only knows what all the acetaminophen is doing.) I can't do most ( Read more... )

Another cold evening spent beneath a heap of cats, scaring myself into immobility reading ontdcreepy. Little feral ghost girls? HOW ABOUT NO, as they say? Now unscaring myself with Billy Joel videos. (It occurs to me that this would probably work in reverse for a lot of people.) "She's Right On Time" isn't one of my favorite songs, but I never realized he ( Read more... )

Y'all, I'm not seriously going to write an epic poem about Billy Joel and Stephen King going on a magical quest. I ... well, I was about to say "I'm not quite that crazy yet," but of course I'm the one who got lost and had a panic attack yesterday while trying to pick Chris up from a car rental place, and the place wasn't just in a familiar ( Read more... )