i hate you when you're pregnant

another week down the shitter, and good riddance, says i.

this week, i'm clearing inventory like crazy eddie, suckas. if you need anything, if you want anything, phone me up. i'll make your mildest dreams come true.

things are winding down at the Fortress of Solitude vers1.0; i should have been better about setting things up this past week, but it's hard to get shit done at work. i did fill out an online change-of-address form at the USPS site. and i changed the address on my netflix account. that counts for something, doesn't it? well, DOESN'T IT??

i'm fairly chuffed at the idea of my new home. i know it's going to take a little while to get it just right, but i'm fucking in love with the location -- i just want to stick my cock into the sidewalk and go to town. (hear that? i think that's the sound of a dozen browser windows closing.)

i promise i'll rejoin the world once i've settled into the new place. unless, of course, i end up retreating even further. 50/50 chance either way.