Back By Not So Popular Demand

Sorry I have been MIA for a few months! Something I realized when you leave a job that makes you want to take a tiny pick axe to your own eye balls for a job that you actually enjoy (as crazy town as this place can be) you tend to have a lot less to bitch about. Or at least less bitching to document, and let’s be honest, that’s all a blog really is, a place for you to bitch as creatively or as non-creatively as you wish. But for the sanity of my very patient boyfriend, I am going to use this blog as my "creative" bitching outlet once again (you can thank me later). Because, let’s face it, I am a woman and women have an infinite number of things to complain about. We are just wired that way, we can dissect a perfectly normal and calm situation and turn it into a chain of thought that ends with you running down the street crying, half naked, wet with Cheetos in your hair. (long story)

Oh yeah, I said boyfriend… Many of you already know, but for those of you that don’t, let me introduce to you Jamie V aka the bastard that signed us up with Time Warner.

The culprit: