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We Interrupt This Regulary Scheduled Hiatus...

Shh. I ran away from the blogosphere. I'm not really here. I am a figament (figment? figiment? Figaro? Fee-ga-roh Fee-ga-roh Feeeeee-ga-roh...what was I saying? Oh yeah) of your imagination.

*trips over empty Chinese food containers and falls and makes a big, unavoidable noise because that's what empty Chinese food containers do*

Crap.

So. Uh. How are you? Good. Oh, good. Glad to hear it. I've been...busy. So busy. You don't believe me. I'm hurt! How can you distrust me? I am so innocent and believable, like a kitten. You don't distrust kittens. See, I've been busy doing stuff like this:

And stuff like this:


...and I realize I probably just lost a bunch of you with that last pic. Computer burn out is understandable. But lots of men on a car? With packages? In a desert? What?
I may have forgotten to mention this:
I'm moving to Utah.
Without the men on a car, because I don't want to take any of my Ohio men with me. They can stay nicely in the Corn Belt, thank you. Though I will take a lot of packages, which is part of the reason I've been AWOL. Packing is ANNOYING. And HARD. And when I googled "moving" I got lots of pictures of smiling men and women holding boxes and those pictures are VICIOUS VICIOUS LIES. Moving is much more like this picture, only I'm the car.
So yeah. On top of work, I am now apartment hunting, packing, and apartment hunting. And buying Space Bags because they are God's gift to the moving world. Seriously, they'll change your life. But I am still alive, and still blogging (just not on my blog). I will probably most likely sort of have more time to blog when I get to Utah. Maybe. And yes I realize I have not yet answered the questions posed when I asked for questions a few many days ago. Fail, fail, much failing on my part. I'm okay with that.
But let's not overlook the important thing: I'm LEAVING OHIO. Can I get a woot woot??

TOADS

My friend Samantha is amazing.

Not only is she now among the realm of the agented authors, and living in France, and married to a guy straight out of a romance novel, she's also a romance guru who started this blog:

"Some Boys Are Toads: Tales from the Dark Side of the Dating Pond."

And guess who is a contributor? Yep. ME. I know, right? Not like you ever would've guessed that I would have dating horror stories.

*watches all my ex's shudder with terror*

Be afraid. Be VERY afraid. But while you're being afraid, go check out the blog, because it's pure awesomeness for all ages. Dating blunders are the universal heartache that afflicts all women. At least on that blog, we can try to find a cure!