The time has come for me to create one. Times are sad for J-fab. A few weeks back, I learned that staying in New York was simply not economically feasible anymore. A few weeks before that, an insurance screw-up prevented me from filling my crazy-med prescription. In light of that, it's not profoundly earth shattering that I packed 7 boxes of my most precious possessions, gave everything else to a shelter, said goodbye to my three favorite people, and got on a plane to Detroit.

I live with my parents. I am about to turn 30. I am in a legal predicament. I cry every day.

This simply will not do.

I need a life coach.

Or maybe just a boyfriend.

Or like, a furry puppy. I miss my cat.

I bought a bicycle at a garage sale. I ride it around. I am looking for a job. My feet and heart hurt.