A very true quote appeared on Moo-Moo Mizzou yesterday. No offense is intended for my buddies down in Florida, of course - but you have to admit she makes a point.

You live on a fricking tropical peninsula that sticks way out into a body of warm, hurricane-nourishing water, and you “just didn’t think this would happen” there? Does anyone else think that there’s a statistically significant number of stupid people living in the extreme southeastern part of the United States?

In the meantime, my job hunt continues to progress, albeit rather slowly as I have not yet been bothered to attempt the many cover letters that are necessary (they’re a bitch, aren’t they?). I’ve narrowed down potential locations to the following: New York City, New Jersey, Connecticut, Boston … and Los Angeles. The latter is rather a new development, but I’ve found a few jobs that sound appealing out there, plus it’d be an awesome experience to live on the West Coast for a year or two. I know my mother would flip a shit if that happened, though; she seems to be going more and more insane with each passing day. Could it be ‘the change’? I’m not going to ask.

And while Chicago is not on my list - I don’t think I could handle living in a self-proclaimed “Windy City,” not after four years at St Andrews - those White Sox are makin’ me proud. Woot! Yes, I’m allowed to root for them, distantly; my dad is originally from the Chicago suburbs. Though, it’s funny how in no sport am I a Washington/Baltimore fan, with one exception: DC United. And, let’s be honest, I don’t really pay attention to American soccer, but I’ve been to a couple of their games and they were a good laugh, so there you go.