Greetings weblings.

I know what you are all thinking.  Trashy has left the building.  I assure you, no, no, it’s not true.    You see, the Trashy One got a new job a couple months ago, and it seems to be all she does anymore.   Work. Work. Work.  And commute — a three hour daily public transit commute, nonetheless.  So, rather than have something interesting to say at the end of the day…she is so exhausted — let alone make fun craftywares, or eat yum food.  If she’s lucky, she’ll have a beer, and get a couple chapters of World War Z in before she collapses into an exhausted heap in her bed.

She also needs to stop talking in third person.

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