Thruncher

April 26, 2026

A week? maybe two weeks ago?, I went to a show at a friend's home. It was a celebration of his car reaching 300,000 miles, so I guess a car birthday?
Anyways, it was such a beautiful night. There was an amazing line-up of artists and such great company. The lighting of a single lamp and the birthday car's headlights were pure magic.
Happy 300,000 birthday Phoebe!!!!
(in the video is a snippet of John Andrews and his enchanting animations)

April 23, 2026

I once heard that cicadas have a period of silence. It can last for weeks before they start their constant summer songs. In a way, it reminds me of myself. I was an extremely quiet kid and now I find it hard to stop talking.

April 16,2026

Now that the weather is getting warmer, it is officially juice season. I thought I'd share a vague recipe of my signature.
Blend carrots, a single beet, ginger, and tumeric together then strain. (leave however much pulp you like)
Add the juice of however many lemons, blood oranges, and grapefruits you like.
That's really it. I look forward to this over ice every morning.

April 14, 2026

A couple weeks ago, I went on an unexpected quest with my sweet friend, Sidney. She was asked to retrieve our former boss's van from a small town in West Virginia and needed company/a second driver so I came along.
The trip started later than expected but we were excited. I hadn't been to West Virginia in a while and I definitely fell asleep for most of that drive, leading me to miss the views. This drive was also deeper into the state than I had ever been. It was 3.5 hours away from Harrisonburg.
On the way there, Sidney and I talked about everything under the sun and enjoyed the mountain roads. Time flew by, and next thing we knew, we were close to our destination. After stopping for dinner, we approached the town of Shinnston. The excitement of the drive was still in my system, and we admired the old buildings & historic small town charm. However, the closer we got to the house where the van was, the more uneasy I felt. A small burnt-down house was the kickstart of this feeling but I pushed it away.
After retrieving the keys from a sweet woman (who had an adorable Pomeranian/Husky), we realized it was already 6:30. This led to the realization that we would each be driving back alone on dark, mountain roads with no service. We quickly stopped for gas (& a Red Bull) and then began our drive(s) home. I tend to enjoy solo driving, especially in scenic areas, but that uneasy feeling came back in a way too strong to push down. I felt as if something terrible was going to happen. It sounds absurdly dramatic in hindsight, but I have truly never felt a doom like that before. I even made sure to tell Sidney that I loved her as we left the Sheetz. I was shocked that she didn't notice I was so disturbed.
This truly was a feeling like no other I've experienced. It wasn't panic or dread or anxiety. It was almost like a haunting or a premonition. I could recognize how beautiful the roads looked as the sunset, but I couldn't seem to enjoy it. It felt like more of a sign that something was wrong.
As I drove, I noticed more and more peculiar things than I did earlier in the day. The dilapidated houses that were so beautiful to me became visual representations of this inexplicable emotion. I couldn't help but wonder how they came to fall apart. The only explanations I seemed to come up with involved the paranormal. One house, in particular, made my mind wander to the supernatural. There was something about the damage to its iron fence that led me to believe something terrible had happened there.
Along with these buildings and isolated shacks, I noticed signs that conveyed strange messages. Growing up in the South, I am used to reading the signs outside of churches. Typically, they display common quotes from the Bible or information about their services, but these felt darker than those I'm used. One stated, "There is a burning Hell. Should you go to it?". I don't fully remember the others but they were posing similar catastrophic questions. These stuck in my head as I continued my drive. It felt like a clue towards a destination I wasn't expecting, like I would be stumbling upon some horrifying place or situation.
Some other terrifying highlights of this trip were random flickering lights belonging to old industrial buildings, destroyed cars sitting along the shoulders of the road, and even a few occupied cars sitting with headlights on, as if they had been waiting for you to pass. There were also fallen tree limbs reaching out from guardrails like long, slender fingers ready to pull you off the mountainside. I am used to rural, slightly creepy roads, but these were more sinister.
Once I made it through the dark, looming mountains and arrived closer to Harrisonburg, I began to regain peace and confidence that I would arrive home safe. A huge wave of relief washed over me when I got out of the car and saw Sidney okay. We instantly shared our experiences. We were oddly connected the whole drive, it seems. We noticed all of the aforementioned details, but there was one final creepy moment that has stuck with me. I was describing to Sidney how I would get random hot flashes while driving, despite having cool air blowing from the vents. My mouth would go completely dry as well. As soon as I said this, she quickly told me how she was experiencing those same symptoms. This could be explained by something more reasonable, but this entire trip was unlike anything I have ever encountered. I don't know what lingers along that route but I do believe it will stay with me forever.

March 20, 2026

I forget sometimes that Thruncher has an official meaning. Thruncher came about in my junior year of high school
A friend suggested it when I was changing my instagram name. It means "throat puncher" apparently.
An old boss of mine hated it so much that he said if I ever changed it, he would make an account with that name that way I couldn't use it again.
I don't understand why he had such an intense dislike for it but it made me vow that I would never change it.

March 18, 2026

My favorite pair of socks. I stll can't decide if I think they're dog paws, monkey feet or deer hooves.
I know they're supposed to be dog paws but they don't always feel that way on.

February 24, 2026

I unknowingly started Twin Peaks on the exact same day as it starts. It felt like fate.