I honestly feel like I haven’t written anything worth reading in a while.  How crazy is that.  The News & Views crew has had some amazing conversations lately that I would love to blog about but I simply have not had the energy to do so.  We’ve talked about bitter women, the presidential campaign, dating and “getting in the game”.  But all of those conversations require editing and more energy than I am willing to put into writing right now.  I even had a novel inspiring weekend  of personal space issues that could fill up several posts….but right now, even as I type this post, I am laying on the couch thinking about the fact that I only have almost two boxes packed.  Of course part of my problem is my own internal hatred for packing.  I honestly didn’t feel this way before my journey out here to Oregon.  I know that most people reading this are saying to themselves, “Oh get over it.  You’re packing to move to the big city.”  To those people I say “BITE ME!”  It’s easy to spew nonsense when you’re sitting on your couch eating something greasy and drinking sugar water.  Hell.  Me?  I got boxes in the damn closet with shoes everywhere and Lord knows all I really want is to take a nap!

You know what I want (I just finished watching a commercial for some new celebrity line of clothing at Target)?  I want a fashion line specifically for women with large busts.  Sundresses that aren’t halter tops or have spaghetti straps….cropped jackets that don’t have that one big ass button that ends up right under your breasts pushing them up like you’re auditioning for a centerfold….a TAPERED shirt with some extra material up top so that the twins aren’t bound in BUT still slimming at the waist to show that I don’t look like fuckin Mrs. Potato Head….jumpsuits with a low waist so that there can actually be a TORSO instead of boobs/belt/legs……oh and my FAVORITE…those ugly ass tops with built in cups for the breasts…..little breasts….so on voluptuous women like myself, the cups are too small and there’s an issue with the seams!  So frustrating.

That’s right son…I have a new address and it’s in Chicago. How exciting!

My yobo has the keys and we pull out Friday night to make this 32 hour journey. I am so excited! This morning in the phone we talked about who would drive which stretch of the trip and stopping to get a few groceries before we head out.

Have I mentioned how excited I am!