Math Quiz: Work + Moving = ??

Answer below:

SUCKING

For those of you who answered incorrectly, go straight to special dumb dumb class.

Peach just joined the ranks of the other homeos in town--homeownership. Really not a home per se, but a v. v. v. small condo that I can't move into until the cell block is tranformed into a cell block with a dishwasher. Therefore, I'll be moving in with a friend for five whole months of "Odd Couple" style craziness. I'll be playing the part of the fat, slobby, bleakly depressed Janeane Garofalo* roommate, while friend will be playing the role of shrill, nit-picking, overly image-focused eating disordered/exercise bulimic (borderline) with no self esteem. Is going to be awesome laugh riot and will likely blow the Nielsen ratings through the roof!

*note Janeane is nowhere near fat--the reference is only to personality

So in the meantime, I've been going through mountains of clothes--which I should donate to VH1 for the next "I love the 90's" since it seems most of my wardrobe was inspired by Lisa Turtle or Jesse Spano on a good day. Or Patty Poole from "The Hogan Family." The closet is a fucking Jekyll and Hyde of neon-printed superteen YM fashion or a huge fat elastic-lovin' lady.

Oh my! You watch your language, missy!

Am v. excited to enter condo world and am sure will be filled with all sorts of juicy antics and incestuous neighbors. Until then, will be living off of cable t.v. and avoiding nights of man-trawling competition with roommate's Krazy Krew. Also know I am super asshole for complaining, as she's nice enough to take me in for a meager amount of $$ per month. That said, will be bigger challenge then "Survivor: Cook Islands!"