Letters From The Fishbowl

The life, times, fiction, and mind-lint of V.B. Rising. Enter at your own risk, traveler, for here there be rants and misplaced modifiers.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

And Now Down To Business

Dear Everyone,

The previous post is both a true story and completely irrelevant to anything I will henceforth have to say on this little corner of the Internet.  Sorry about that.  Maybe some famous-corpse-related things will happen to me and then I can amend that statement, but for now, you're stuck with the melodramatic minutiae* of my daily life.

In case I haven't found you in person and told you as much, I created this bloggy blog as a way to keep in touch with the myriad people in my life whom I love for one reason or another, because in exactly 13 days, I will be relocating from my 21-year hometown to Oneonta, NY.  It's nice town that I have visited for about 12 hours, but I don't know a soul there except for my suspiciously nice new boss and my possibly drug-addled new landlady.  Despite all odds, I have managed, over the years, to make a lot of friends in my hometown.  Some of you are family, some of you are co-workers, some of you are theater buddies, and some of you, well, fuck, I don't know where I picked you up, but I like you just the same.

It was with that sentiment in mind that I decided to use this space to post letters, thoughts, and (let's face the inevitable here) violent bursts of rage and frustration; hopefully this will help me adjust to my new situation and cope with all this little college town can throw at me.

So, it's Sunday night, and here's the breakdown:

Keepysakes, photos, & memories: packed
DVDs, CDs, & video games: packed
Books: packed
Non-essential clothes: packed
Non-essential shoes: packed
Non-essential toiletries: packed
Clothes hangers: packed
Blankets and winter stuff: packed
Boxes used: 15, plus one laundry basket, and one Rubbermaid big enough to hide your Grandma's body while you collect her pension checks.
Days before Moving Day: 13
Panic level: Hallucinating hamster
Overall status: out of boxes a-fucking-gain!

And that, ladies & gentlemen, is our show.

*Seriously, minutiae?  HARD TO SPELL.
**And then unpacked, and then repacked, because I found out I had to go to a formal event and could not wear my scrubs and Nightmare Before Christmas slippers.

Thursday, June 23, 2011