Workin for the city...

I promise, I'm still alive. Though, for all you knew I could have been abducted by evil clowns (that's redundant), chained up to a Wonderwheel filled with lead in a room painted with green and yellow stripes and pink polkadots... being fed nothing but the whipped cream pies and seltzer water that Bozo and his buddys threw at me for practice.

Thanks for trying to find and rescue me. Lucky for you I was actually working, vacationing, working, and then vacationing again. Then I was apartment hunting. Now I've used all my vacation days, found an apartment and am just workin for the city... ok, I don't work for the city... I work in the city, but it's just easier to say than "workin for the investment firm that manages money for all the investment firms that you hear about on TV but you never heard of this one because we don't deal with the public directly unless you have so much money that you don't ever watch TV because it is financially beneath you to stare at a little light box and be awed by fancy things because you could just stare at the 4 balinese orphans that you just bought from the circus and make them do tricks without commercials". So, yeah, I'm workin for the city... but hopefully I'll have some time to post that's not when I'm not exhausted...maybe, if you're good, Girlie Clause will even give you something to read that makes sense...