This is now old news but I have moved and in trying to update all my info with the proper channels I am not satisfied with the DMV or the Post Office. Shocker! You know, I love me the internet it makes our lives easier. To be honest, I barely remember what we did without Google Maps. I mean, calling someone on the phone and relying on THEM to tell you how to get to their house? It was like the Dark Ages.

Naturally I went to the online websites to achieve my goal of the address update. I already updated my bank account stuff. So it's really annoying when you input ALL your info on these sites and then it tells me to verify my info they'll use my bank stuff. I think, great this is almost done. NOPE. There was an error, info doesn't match. I feel like I'm taking crazy pills as I try over and over again.

Now I have to resort to filling out an ACTUAL form and MAILING IT. I think this is a conspiracy by the Post Office to justify their existence in our technology relying society. It's either that or someone stole my ID. I feel like Sandra Bullock in The Net.

First I would like to start by asking, is there anything sketchier than a flickering florescent light? Please avoid at all costs especially if considering a motel/hotel as you'll likely be murdered if you go inside.

Second, sorry for my absence as of late, but I'm glad to see that Obama was able to get some ish done while I was done. You know, I think most of the senate and house o' reps read my blog on the regular so when I didn't post anything they had to focus on this heath care business. They were like, "well she's not writing any hilarious little dittys so I suppose I'll do my job..." It's true that happened, I bugged the office Nixon style!

It's probably also my blogs fault that there is overpopulation, pollution, depedence on foreign oil, and Jar Jar Binks. What have I done? Eh, oh well, sorry World but I'mmo keep on trucking it. Take that Green Peace!

On a side note I was asked today by a Green Peacer if I had time to talk about the Rainforest today. I couldn't like to her so I said, "I do but not right now." Let's be honest, it won't be a talk it'll be a speech that would end up in me not giving them money and feeling guilty. But you know what, I try to do the best I can. And if you're gonna pull that, go somewhere else, don't preach to the choir at a Los Angeles Farmer's Market. I mean I biked there! Damn guilt trippin' treehugging hippies!