Oh, balls.

Hi.

I just left this little blog o’ mine out in the cold like the little match girl. My bad, dudes. Sorry. 

But you know what? I kind of feel like blogging again. The election is around the corner, so I definitely need to step on my soapbox about that… plus I’ve lost my sense of humor lately, and there’s no cure for that like trying to make daily events sound hilarious. 

Here’s a little update to tide you over, though. 

Hey, Artsy! Are you still working at the most awesome office job in all the land!?!?!?!

Why yes, yes I am.

Obviously you understand that “awesome” is short for “AwfulWeirdEndlessSoullessMasochisticEvil.” 

So that bullshiz takes up most of my time. 

Thanks to my super sweet below-the-poverty-line wage, I can’t afford to do much, but I am making it work. Netflix and making messes in the kitchen pretty much = the extent of my social life. My dear friend D brings over bags of groceries and I act as his sous chef, which totally works because my enthusiasm far outweighs my talent in that arena. We make a lot of risotto and drink a lot of wine. Not too bad. 

I’m watching all things Joss Whedon right now because I have an obsessive personality. But seriously, that dude is the shit. I’m Netflixing Angel on dvd right now and I can’t help but sit in a pile for 3 hour blocks, just having my mind blown. I was sick for 2 days last week, and I totally pwned Firefly on dvd. The awesomeness of the writing and the complete adorableness of Nathan Fillion almost made the whole “not being able to eat solid food” thing worth it. 

There will be an upcoming political blog for all of you who enjoy my ranting, but I can’t just write an update without saying *something*. So, to keep it short:

FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY, IF YOU GIVE A HOOT ABOUT ANYTHING, DON’T VOTE McCAIN/PALIN. 

I’m not trying to front and say that I agree with all of Obama’s policies. I don’t. 

HOWEVER. 

America obviously = in the shitter right now. I have no confidence in McCain. I have even less confidence in his anti-woman, anti-intellectual, anti-basically everything I hold dear running mate. 

I mean, I’d rather you vote for McCain that NOT vote, but you think about it, kids. 

Anyway. 

Hey, you know what happens soon?

Audition season. Holy hell. That’s right. Another 3 week block of going broke and singing and wandering around New York and seeing 5 million friends and going to the Met and 4 inch thick pastrami sandwiches and cold showers and sleeping on couches and dirty fingernails and hours spent at Alice’s Teacup and reunion hugs and such.

Hopefully something will pan out. All my apps except three are SENT, some of them under the wire because I am apparently a lazy pile with no motivation. 

However, I will say to all my lovely, lovely, friends who I only see a few times a year:

I LOVE YOU AND I CAN’T WAIT TO HOLD YOU IN MY WARM EMBRACE AND WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS IN YOUR EAR!!!!!!!!!!!

More later, kids.