Dear Old Blog,

Try asking Blogger how to undelete a blog. The “Help Center” sucks ass, but here I am again with them. Yeah Blogger! I’m sorry Old Blog, but they really meant it. I deleted you in the heat of the moment when the lady and I split. Then I moved out to the sticks in Idaho so the themes have totally changed. It’s no longer going to be about procrastinating a thesis/getting a real job/avoiding student loans, rescuing kittens and living with a herd of 6 animals (down to 2 for now), remodeling a house, and creative cocktail names. Okay wait. It is going to be whining about getting a real job/student loans, and living with animals. And periods and boobs.

So really, Narcissistic Auntie Amis.

Okaythen.

But anyway.

Since I’m hiding away in the woods, I’ve been seeing all sorts of things. Like my fat ass that I’m trying to get back to a decent size. Saw this duder yesterday (below), and he was kind of pissy. It was real hot outside and I told him to move from the bush (insert: yer mama joke) so people wouldn’t mess with him.

Well goodbye Old Blog, hello sort-of newish/really just more of the same but kind-of different crap,

A