So, the biggest thing is that I took a job out in Washington, D.C. last week and I'm moving out there next month.

If you not on my Facebook (which I am on, all the time), you wouldn't know that I got hit by a car about three weeks. I'm ok, just lots of bruises and my foot is broken due to the driver running over it and pinning it. It wasn't my fault; I was at a lit crosswalk, I had the signal and she came up from behind me ( Read more... )

I'm still trying to get my head around this "health care reform."

Because of work, I've been reading up a lot on it - pretty much an all day love affair with articles, updates, and comments. I haven't decided where I stand on it yet, but here are my concerns:

• Essentially, there will be no "savings" with health insurance reform. What was once paid ( Read more... )

If you're done with the tattoo convention, Rockerbox is over, or you're just looking for something to do tonight, head over to Zad's Roadhouse (434 S 2nd st & Virginia) tonight to see Milquetoast & Co play their first Milwaukee set.

With the independent release of their debut album Drinking and Smoking Too Much With Women I Hate, Boston’s ( Read more... )

I read my FL page everyday. Maybe I'll have something work talking about myself.

I'm alive and well.

Don't worry, I read everyone's entries dutifully everyday. I think I'm more addicted to Facebook now, though.

I could go into this life of mine, but I won't. Not now.

Why is it that you can't find a funny belated birthday card? It's like not getting a card on a person's birthday is on par with a funeral. I don't roll like

This day has never been very good for me ( Read more... )

Ok, so I've started and stopped many-a-entry on this thing. There's a few things I want to say, but NOW I feel I could have something worthwhile to say ( Read more... )

Ugh, what a terrible week ( Read more... )

Enjoying lunch with my "work husband," Ben, the topic turned to music, and Ben confessed he didn't "get" modern music. As in, anything not considered "classical" didn't excite him, didn't move him. Now, I'm no proponent of pop radio (I confess I don't listen to much radio unless my iPod has run out of juice), but I was flabbergasted that he couldn' ( Read more... )