Man oh manischewitz there is a lot of shit going on in the world. Ghaddafi was captured and killed today, the images of his crushed and bloodied face soon splashed on every 2nd rate blog around the world. Tunisia and Egypt have wrangled freedom from their respective dictators and the heroic people of Yemen and Syria have been fighting for same. Steve Jobs, prince of Apple, has died. Some asshole in Ohio opened the cages to 51 exotic animals just before committing suicide- resulting in the murder of majestic members of the animal kingdom: bengal tigers, giraffes, monkeys, bears, and lions. And Occupy Wall Street has gained unbelievable steam in the last few weeks- resulting in a 20,000 march on Times Square this weekend that was a sight to behold in this wonderful apathetic country of ours.

And your correspondent? From whence do I emerge after such a long time? And why?

A little update since you last knew me is in order, I suppose. I spent the last 2 years attending Business School, that pantheon to capitalism and self importance. Did I enjoy it? Well my friends, I traveled the world (South America, Europe, the Middle East, Africa...only Asia missed the cut) and slept a great deal- but I'm happy to be back amongst the people, in the working world, where my checking account balance grows like a chia pet that could.

I accepted a job on Wall Street.

And it's been wonderful. I've learned a lot in a very short amount of time. I've realized how little sleep I am capable of, and felt the small seed of emergent cojones whose growth only a substantial paycheck can offer. As a woman, I have to say, that fucking rocks. I've upped my shoe game. I've tightened it up (in the knocked up sense, you feel me?). I am finally getting rid of my goddamn Ikea coffee table (next up- the chairs and bookshelves I've scavenged from neighbors). I've read a shit ton. I read 2 newspapers every morning before your momma's had her coffee. In short, I am woman, hear me RAWWR.

But I've always loved to write. So I'm going to lay it down on you from now on. I need an outlet like K Kardash needs a stepping stool to kiss Senor Humphries.

I may touch on some serious topics. I may be frivolous (you would not believe my penchant for dumb gossip- it's through the roof). I can only post at night because otherwise I may lose my j.o.b. But I have never been happier to come back to something, and this time it's for real.

Day 1 of the rest of my life.

Hello, and fuck the police.