Hello, blogosphere, bloggoland, blogger central, blogtools, and blog wtf is this people.

I am alive.

So... this has been a hellacious two weeks, I must say.

I was offered a fabulous job in NYC (let's not kid ourselves, it was in White Plains) and I was set. I was psyched, ready to go, ready to make the big move and start working full time again... except...

I got a call. Call said, "Call me back. We'd like to give you a phone interview." Uh... hmm.... really? Well. All right. I guess it's just a phone interview. Much like the other phone interviews, I expected less than nothing from it.

Except that then they wanted me to interview in California. And so I did. And they spent two hours talking to me.

And then... they asked me why I really wanted this job. Apparently, I came up with the right answer.

Oddly enough, a few days later, I got an email. "Sorry I never got back to you, I never checked this email, can we chat?" This, of course, in reference to the seven million emails/letters/flowers/fruit baskets I sent out to investors regarding my personal startup. Turns out someone actually thinks my idea is valid and was willing to put a significant amount of (financial) faith in me. Wow. This calls for a very grand OMG, wtf is happening to my life? I just sat around for 6 months wondering, wallowing and widowing (essentially) about my misfortune and misgivings and, I'm sorry, WTF JUST HAPPENED IN 1 WEEK?! WHAT?



So, that said, here I am. Sitting in my friend Cara's house in Boston at 3:47am on Sunday morning trying to rationalize all the huge mistakes I made in order to get me to this place. Amazing, yet... I have no idea. I went out today, and, inexplicably, ran into 95% of the people I had no intention of seeing on this trip, primarily my ex. I made very specific decisions about where I was willing to go out with people and why, mostly because there was no way in hell he would possibly show up in those areas on a Saturday night. Why would he? It's d-bag town all around and I know he'd rather stay close to home where things are much more mellow and popped-collar central is far from delving into his relative stomping ground (sorry, is that even English? I'm drunk... it's late...) Anyway... wrong, wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong I was. There he was.


There he was.

My friend Dennis asked me if I was going to California with an achin' in my heart. I thought I was being cute and funny sending out some Zepp as my formal announcement, but then I had to think to myself, was I? At the time, I thought no.

Today, I think otherwise.
There he was.

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