what the hell is wrong with me?
i have about a hundred zillion little stories to write. a bazillion and one thoughts on uh, hi, weight loss as we approach the weight-defying Holiday Season, as well as a grand announcement. (gosh, are you so totally excited?)
and yet here is my blog. mostly barren. bereft of new tales. because what have i been doing instead?
i don't know! working? writing? comedy-ing? dating? i have no idea where the time has gone, but it's slipping away and it's starting to freak me the hell out.
also? you should see my apartment. it's utterly terrifying. i honestly have no idea why men don't leave me more often. seriously, we've passed the point of "oh, her mess is endearing" and entered the disheveled realm of "really? you're okay living like this?" not that ish has said this, of course, but there's no way he's not thinking it. and the truth of the matter is, i am NOT okay living like this.
hey -- let me ask you guys a question. did some time-stealing bandit / wizard / dark overlord / beastly creature thing maybe come in and like, steal about three weeks worth of time from you?
because honestly, i'm ready for it to be halloween in another week or so.
okay. for the record, i have entries in the works about the gym and holidays and weight loss and what bad men say and my Fear of Commitment (aka "boyfriend") and family and all sorts of things like my first OPEN MIC (ohmygodthereisnothingonearthmoreterrifying). so yeah. stay tuned, okay?
or not. regardless, i REALLY have to get to cleaning my apartment now.