I received an email this morning from Mr. Barrett Chase reminding me that I've left my faithful, devoted readers high and dry... and not for lack of love, mind you, for lack of internet connection and then lack of working computer, thanks to Jim, Creepy/Clumsy Maintenance Man Extraordinaire.

But fear not, dearest friends. My darling friend Leanna is in the depths of Alaska for a week-ish and has generously loaned me her computer battery (because she is most excellent), so as the great Steve Perry says, "so now I come to you with open arms" on an open internet connection.

So instead of using my witty outlook on pop culture or my whiny attitude about the 80's coming back to fashion (jean vests??), I decided that I would catch everyone up on what's going on with moi. This is a henna-stained installation of Anniemosity - What's Up?

As most of you know, I've been going through an extremely stressful week and a half with work issues. Thanks to my amazing luck, I haven't had to go through it alone. You wonderful kids have been unbelievable to me, especially those who are going through similar situations (Megan, Leanna, and Laura, represent!), and those who have heard me say "Fuck that" about seventy nine thousand times. Megan has made the first move...... and over drinks at RT's last night, I finally made the decision to follow suit. I know I've threatened it for awhile and made a half-ass attempt to leave, but it's happening for real this time. Memoirs are being compiled. Loves it.

Job #2 is quite excellent and here's hoping it stays that way.

I still don't know how to not make an ass out of myself while sober in front of local rock stars (but I do know how to hold a conversation with them when I've had a Premium, two White Russians, and a Jag-Bomb. Is that weird?). I'm not the only one, however. Smoothie McPelowski, when introduced, called a certain rock star a "sweaty motherfucker" and said rock star excused himself to the bathroom.

Al Sparhawk is still a badass.

Working at Job #1 has turned me on to some awful music, and I'm not going to lie, I'm hooked. I don't know where Chamillionaire came from, but I hope to God he's sticking around.

I've become addicted to egg bagels and Lake Superior Kayak Kölsch.

I have officially seen every episode of "Sex & The City." I'm on Team Mr. Big, and have been since Episode One. That's vital. Aiden is a close second, but Team Aiden, you're kidding yourselves.

And now, Miss Megan and I are on our way to a 12:45 appointment to remove our unnecessary body hair, as en vogue women of our age do. Not going to lie -- slightly terrified. I'll let you know how it goes.