Finding a place to live on craigslist is like finding a date on match.com. You read words on the screen and have no idea how the other potential roommate looks. The listers and listees have great personalities and you imagine the best living scenario with them. You finally agree to take the roommate search/relationship a step further and send pictures of yourselves.

All of the sudden, the cute banter and email emoticons are null and void. Your once fondness for the other person turns into disgust all because he/she doesn't match what you had imagine.

Damn you craig!

The question, "What is up with blog," was proposed to me today.

What is up is that I am moving in two weeks, have no place to live, no way to pay rent, and none of my financial matters are finalized.

I'm too busy finding the safest way to kill myself and garner as much sympathy as possible. I'm trying to lose my dog and/or have him die from a freak accident, thus freeing myself to live where ever I want in California.

As you can see, I have lost all sense of morale, human dignity, and reality.

I'm one of those who didn't understand Family Guy at first, but now love it. I should be flogged or forced to work at Cashscam under Stewie.