Complicated like Sunday Evening

I've been absent for six weeks mostly because I have been trying to figure my way out from beneath a load of crushing despair. It's only sort of funny because it's only sort of true. It hasn't been a total emo-fest up here at Rancho Queero, just... Well, I didn't want to spend a lot of time pissing and moaning about my problems, because A) they aren't that bad on a relative scale, 2) it doesn't make for good reading on your part and lemons), I just have not had the desire to put the harvest of my emotional torment on sale next to the falafel cart, for those of you who are (or rather, were) Daria fans.
So, that being said, I will now proceed to dissect my internal conflicts and emotional damage for the world. Ha ha, just kidding! From now on, it's nothing but fart jokes, back hair, and sexual frustration! Woo woo! I'm on the winner train, now bitches!

Really super seriously, I'll be back soon with something actually worth reading. Assuming, of course, that you consider what you read before worth reading.