Not only do I want to own an Egg-Mobile,

but I might have to live in one! Check this out. While this guy might be a little out there, let's face it ... if you could get your hands on all the eggs a girl could want for $2 a day, wouldn't you think twice before scoffing?

As of December 15, I'm officially unemployed and homeless. Awesome! I'm so glad that I spent years studying my ass off and working more than 12 hours a day while selling my soul to the corporate devil to find myself dreaming about how many blissful and every-loving, belly-filling delicious bird fetuses that $2 a day in feed for chickens could buy me.

But, seriously folks, the simplicity of it. Don't you -- too -- want your own Egg-Mobile? In an attempt to scare off the local yocals, Justin and mine will be painted hideously bright colors and will emit noxious fumes when the door handle is jiggled. Consider yourself warned.

The bigger and brassier, the better

... and it's done. What an amazing roller coaster it is to walk away from your career! I'm now left feeling this enormous sense of relief and pride, to be honest. They tried really hard to convince me to stay (which feels very gratifying, but a little too late!). Instead of caving to all that feel-good butt-kissing I was exposed to this week, I stood my ground, remembered the huge list of cons, and told them I just can't remain with an organization I no longer believe in. Every time I repeat my reasons for leaving, my colleagues all agree that it's my "big brass cajones" that are making the them cheer for me.

All things -- good and bad -- must come to an end

Wish me luck. I'm quitting my job tomorrow. Do I have another job? No. Do Justin and I know where we will go? No.

So ... basically, USA: here we come. Homebound ... somewhere in that great land of the brave, home of the free ... we will be.

Clapping, people. I want to hear CLAPPING!!