Stuff

Hi there. It's me. Y'know, the center of one of the shitstorms?

I didn't disappear or get frightened off by the lowest common denominator.

Been busy.

Been busy at work, catching up and fighting gigantic evil corporation that treats women, the planet, the economy like shit. Been fighting for folks with much bigger problems than my little drama. Been researching my new landlord. Been busy brushing up on Maryland tenant/landlord law, which I'm already fabulously versed in. Been doing a bang-up job mothering a fabulous three year old little boy who recently had explosive hardcore diarrhea. Been on a job interview that I was sought out for, but probably won't get (oh well). Been thinking about what to do and made a decision.

Also been writing an essay about abortion hierarchy, internet communities, cyber-vouerism as entertainment, bread-and-circuses kind of stuff. Stay tuned.

So as you can see, I'm really, really busy.

But here's a conversation overheard in the back of my car between the two three-year-olds who I take turns shuttling to daycare:

Boy 1: Hey! Guesss what I'm eating.
Boy 2: What are you eating?
Boy 1: A BOOGER!!! Hahaha.
Driver: retch-ralph-gag-dry-heave