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
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.