Good news: I found a place to live!
Did this stop the brain crabs?
Hell no!
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We’re STILL the Worst
My brain, normally full of ferrets, is now filled with pinching, angry crabs all screaming the same thing.
“YOU’RE GOING TO BE HOMELESS IN A STRANGE CITY!”
“You know what the problem is? You’re too picky! And you’re looking on the wrong sites! And you haven’t tried ALL the paid services! Oh, you’d better check zillow again—it’s been almost five minutes!”
Fucking brain crabs.
M is for Midnight, Manic
A quick one, because my stress level is literally through the roof.
Actually, it’s only through the ceiling—the leak is coming from one of the upstairs bathrooms—but THAT IS THE KIND OF SHIT I CAN’T BE DEALING WITH RIGHT NOW.
Where’s Beau?
I am so goddamned jealous of my kid right now. All his worldly possessions are packed into two (two!) heavy-duty storage totes, ready to follow him around the world.*
And he’s not even sure he wants everything back.
I Brought the GOOD Cupcakes
My friend Audrey is awesome and kind and forgiving… and completely intolerant of people moving away from her.
She’s also intolerant of a particular shirt I own, but we’ll get to that later. The point is, she’s made reference several times to the fact that people who move away (and are therefore neither seen nor heard from again) are “dead to her.”
Actual footage.
A Revealing Update
Where I Am
I have news.
Big news. NEWSY news.
Actually, most of you won’t or wouldn’t care about it one way or another but it’s a major life update and will be informing like, all the things for a while so I have to tell you.
But I can’t just come out and tell you! That would be normal. Boring! The well-traveled path of mediocrity which, we have established, shall never know the kiss of my Sketchers,* requires blurting and therefore I will not blurt.
