Transition:

I've decided the ability to rapidly adapt from A to B is not one of my strongest (especially under stressful circumstances). I say this after observing myself (that is from a small orbital pod that follows me about) during the past week or so. A week in which I've gone from student to worker, lost roommates to that ever-so-awe-inspiring place called Elkhart, lost my weekend to said roommate's graduation/family (love you!), got a new partner at work, started working at 7 am, I'm leaving in two days (but before that every one of my things must be packed away!), my bedroom is boxed up (refer to prior statement . . . which is so not feng shui . . . that is if I believed in feng shui), and I have to move the same weekend I get back from KC which is the same weekend above mentioned roommates will be in Wichita watching Star Wars!

Ugh. So life + me/transitioning = absolute madness

Madness in which I've seriously considered quiting work (finding a pud-job at Wal-Mart . . . It was that bad!) and 3 days now wanted to go on a blogging tirade about perverted old men and the piggishness of the male of our species. However, I have restrained myself thus far and go only as far as this qoute from Paula Cole "Where have all the cowboys gone?"

Later I'm recording the Fountain Man song if anyone cares. Also I plan on recording a skit about the anti-popstar. Should be fun. Now I will leave you with these life changing words of wisdom:

"One should never throw the letter Q into a privet bush."

Luv,
Clay