Breakup Babe Is On Vacation from February 25 to March 27

So!

I’m departing for Patagonia tomorrow. I am due to arrive at my destination, El Calafate, Argentina, sometime Sunday evening in a Xanax-drenched, sleep-deprived haze.

The last couple weeks have been a frenzy of packing shopping running errands freaking out getting drunk calming down working freaking out again.

Should I arrive safely, which is always a dubious proposition, I will embark on a ten-day trek and then some possible mountaineering adventures, if my innate wussiness does not overcome me.

Though I crave such adventures and seem to need them on a semi-regular basis, leaving is always so painful. I resist. I hold on. I have to be torn away, my fingernails leaving marks as I’m lifted off the ground away from everyone I love and the places I know, and my routines – which however boring they’ve gotten, are at least comforting.

But I know if I don’t go, I’ll droop and wilt. I’m already doing it. It’s been too long since I’ve pushed myself into unknown territory.

So here I go.

I may post from there; I may not.

Should I perish, my book will at least be published so you have that to look forward to. Perhaps Li’l Sis would be willing to sign autographs in my place.

For now, farewell.

So I go around thinking I'm, like, the hottest thing at Geeksoft today because I'm wearing my tight low-rider "makeout" cords and then happen to notice - late in the day - that not only is a good inch of my underwear showing above the pants, but that aforementioned underwear are on inside out and the tag is sticking up!

So. Sexy.

Yeah, that's me. So, by chance, I have a date tonight but as a recovering dating blogger I can no longer provide details. Hell I shouldn't even be telling you that much. Because once I provide one detail...well, we know where THAT leads. To me pouring out my HEART and SOUL and telling you EVERYTHING and then getting lots of LOVE from all my readers and a BOOK DEAL, and -

Oh, wait, never mind.

ANYWAY.

That is all the non-news that is fit to print for now.

Yours from fashion faux-pas land,
BB

So I guess I'm just not having it in me to do this dating advice column. At least not right now. Or at least not until someone pays me a bunch of money for it! It was a nice experiment and I'm flattered that y'all thought I had enough wisdom to give you advice, but the bottom line is I just don't got the oomph for it.

And now, since since I'm not writing about your love life or mine, that begs the question what shall become of ye olde BB?

Well for now she's hanging on. A mere shadow of her former self, I know. Oh, those were fun days when I dished to my hearts content without a care for who I might be hurting - which, in the end, was mostly myself. In fact, I'm in the middle of writing an article that I hope you will read in the not-to-distant future in an illustrious publication (or at least a paying one) about how I got addicted to writing about my love life and stayed that way until I realized how dangerous it was.

Like a true addict, I can't even do it just a little bit. I envy those who can.

Anyway, pretty soon I'll be rolling out my offical author web site - yee haw. I'll have a blog there too. Meanwhile, I'm putting in my time for the Man, waiting until 1)the book becomes a bestseller or 2)I find a rich husband or 3)my band hits it big.

More soon,
xo,
BB