I have no words to truly describe the absolute wild ride that has been 2025 so far, so I’m not going to even bother. Instead I’m going to quietly accept that it is somehow already March and just move on. It is Sunday afternoon as I sit and write this. Sundays are typically my day
This story begins with an absolutely hideous bush. Specifically, an absolutely hideous bush that lived in front of my house. I can’t fully explain why, but I hate this bush. I’ve hated it since I bought the house but I didn’t have the energy to actually deal with it until recently. For over a month
THERE IS A GOD DAMN LIZARD LOOSE IN THE HOUSE AND WHAT THE ACTUALLY HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT IT?! Let’s flash back for a moment. I’m slowly getting moved into my new house (let’s not talk about the mess… boxes everywhere). It’s been over a week now and unpacking is slowgoing at
I like to look at the start of each year as the beginning of a new book and each month a chapter of that book. Well 2016 has been a perpetual horror story with its own series of plot twists that I assume are designed to drive the reader into a madness that defies all
Somewhere With Regret 