b-o-o h-o-o

I know you're all crying the immortal words of John Bender now. But, thanks to a true mid-mid-life meltdown, the cookie crumbles like this (in no particular order):

--impending move to overpriced shoebox condo which I saw for the first time today sans 1000 Mexicans and complete with walls and working appliances.. and have been crying since due to the Stuart Little scale, appallingly inflated mortgage, general feelings of anxiety and suffocation in said rat trap, and realization I'll still need TWO FUCKING STORAGE UNITS to hold accumulation of worthless crap possessions
--inability to find decent job and escape the holy living hell current position has become
--20 lbs of new padding surrounding already obese form
--distress over Soapnet removing Another World from afternoon lineup
--rejection from entire male species
--poverty
--haphazard posting thanks to paralyzing laziness and chronic procrastination
--fear of judgment from all 3 readers of this blog
--cerebral palsy-type tennis playing after $1000000000000 on lessons and clinics
--raging alcoholism

So...all in all, bye from VA Peach! Am sure the rousing two posts per month were really keeping everyone riveted to the screen. So long suckers--thanks for reading!