Sorry for the recent lack of posts, dudes. While you were angrily slamming your fists on your keyboard, demanding more True Blood recaps and cute videos of animated shells (it’s never enough for you, hypothetical reader who seems to have anger issues), I was packing myself up and moving from Madison, WI to New York City. The transition has been chaotic, stressful, and exciting for everyone involved and settling in has proved equally frantic—my sleep has been spotty at best, I’ve been plagued with nightmares, allergies, and this morning I discovered that I have a STYE on my eyelid. A FUCKING STYE! After a little google research, I learned that styes are most common in babies, which makes sense seeing that I seem to be acting like a baby a lot these days.
Stress of moving aside, I’m excited, nay, THRILLED (does “thrilled” beat “excited”?) to be in New York again. So many places to go and people to meet! Look at all the friends I’ve made already:
Yeah! Look at me schmoozing with the New York elites!* What excitement!** What possibility!*** Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m meeting Don Draper and Yoko Ono for martinis in the East Village.**** As we say in New York, ciao ciao!*****
*“Schmoozing with the New York elites” probably means “fighting a sinus headache while I sit alone in my apartment watching season one of Friday Night Lights.”
**Friday Night Lights is really exciting.
***I need a job.
****This one is 100% true.