Yes, I’ve moved. I’m living in a two-bedroom apartment now that I’m splitting w/ Martin from work. I have an actual kitchen now at which I’m quite pleased w/ the ability to cook pizza being not the least of my joys. That and I don’t have paint chips falling on me in the shower.

The drive is about the same, and the town I’m in is gorgeous. I’ve been to the downtown area a few times.

So everything is just about perfect. Except…

I signed up for the dating site. Yeah, the one that advertises. Something about the “3 women per every 2 men” ratio got my attention. If it’s good enough to get a PhD sponsor and a couple of patents, then I can’t go wrong.

Now the only hard part will be for it to find me a Christian woman w/i a 30 mile radius who won’t mind my music, has a heart, and has nothing against moving to foreign countries eventually.

And she’s gotta be emo. Tons of tattoos. Because tattoos are hot.