The benefit of living in a partially furnished room...

...is that you have so little annoying furniture to move when you have to move.

The down side of course is now I'm going to have to get furniture. Either that or I'll be living out of boxes. Which isn't a bad idea either...

We moderates our commentses, precious

So, after my apparently incendiary post about punctuation, I've decided I must moderate comments. It's nothing personal, Anonymous. How could it be? You're anonymous. I really like to think that only like, five people read this, and I further like to think that they're people I know, because, come on, this blog is nothing earth-shattering. It's like a journal only more boring-er.

But apparently anonymouses read it, and get offended, and feel the need to use phrases like "the blogger community" and I just can't have that. I just can't. I am sole dictator of this blog and as such I decide who can has comments. And it ain't you, anonymous. It ain't you.

Dear people I work with: please use punctuation!

Because, when you ask me a question via email or IM, and you don't end the sentence witha question mark, I picture you as a walking dead rotting corpse zombie.

Instead of writing "Do you have a status on the account?", you write:

hi do you have a status on the account

Which, in my head, becomes, 'ARRRGH STATUS ACCOUNT BLUUUURGH BRAAAAAINS'.

Seriously, people. Punctuation. It is our friend.

Look who all's coming out manyana!

Here's who all's coming out to see The Rematch, aka The Rumble, aka Grudgefest 2007, aka Oh No She Di'int! Ok it's not any of those names, it's Northern Nightmares vs. Jersey City Bridge And Pummel, This Time It's Personal.

My bff Mrs. Pinchloaf (yaaaaa!)
Possibly Andy, who I will call Brooklyn Boy
3pennyjane (my seester)
3penny's Manhattan peeps: Ninjagirl, Mr. Ninjagirl, and Ninjagirl's cousin
My awesome cousins, K-rock and Cali-boy
Cali-boy's girlfriend
Failed Skater-Date Boy (if he makes it to the rink this time)
My super-advisor and guest
Naomi from rootin' tootin' Tejas
La Prov
Ellen the Mad Knitter

Look at all those people who I know who are comin' out! Don't you wish you were one of them? I know. There there. No use crying about it now. It's going to be amazing, and you might be missing it, but you'll survive. Somehow. Try to be strong.

I Heart Northern Nightmares!

Fff.....alll. Ffff..alll. FffAlll. FALL.

THUMP.

Autumn.

(Props to anyone who remembers that particular Sesame Street episode.)

Normally I don't blog about things that get me down, or to bring people up to date on la vida mia, but in this case there are things that are gettin' me down that I don't feel like telling people about individually because, well, they're gettin' me down.

1. I gotta move. I love where I'm living, almost everything about it. But, I've been on a month to month lease, and my awesome roomie gave me 30 days notice for personal reasons that I really have no fault with. I don't mind WHY she's giving me notice, but still, I'm going to miss the hell out of this place. Also, I'm sure everyone knows, but looking for an apartment share is an anxiety-producing, time-consuming, somewhat mentally exhausting experience. I can't believe I've just had a 3 day weekend and haven't taken a single nap. WTF is that all about? It's about anxiety, my friends. The anxiety of knowing I have to spend the next 30 days looking at places, filling out forms, making decisions, rejecting and being rejected, packing, shlepping and settling. And address changing and blah blah blah.

2. I'm trying to date and it's getting uniquely fuX0red the way my attempts at dating seem to. Is this because I try to keep going long after I should have stopped? I don't know. I do know that I'm experiencing a remarkable amount of drama and hurt-ness having spent remarkably little time with the person in question. Again, WTF.

3. Work - it's just the same amount of ugh, but now it's all the same ugh with added moving and dating stress in the back o' me mind.

So, that's about that. Having said it, I have awesome family and friends, so this is just a teensy bump in the road. Love the awesome fam and friends, fo' sho'. Big ups to mah peeps!