Stack 'em high.

10 years later, I have emerged from the dusty depths of in-blogitude - the most dangerous -tude ever to plague an occupied soul. Don't be alarmed at the rapid series of posts to follow. I have to catch up on a about a month's worth of crap. I have finally made the time, sitting in my newly feng-shuied living room with Across the Universe in the background (some of the scenes are so randomly superfluous) to FINISH THIS.

Last month, my current roommate, Jane, moved into our apartment. My God, has it really only been a month? Or more? Or less? Time putters on, hiccuping at only the slightest moments. Did I mention that Jane is the perfect woman? She sews beautiful pillowcases, purses, and harem pants, and she "enjoys" cleaning, and she drinks milk like a thirsty newborn, and she is as obsessed with late-night ice cream binges as I am. We are happy to welcome Jane and her giant Samsung TV into our home :)