So I had written a whole long entry about how much I love Philadelphia but how tired of it I was getting, and this love affair of New York that had been creeping up on me but how I could never act on it because I have to be a dutiful daughter and all that crap. But then my computer died out and took my long entry with it, so forget that.

But here's the point- i keep seeing those old cross-stitch samplers about home is where the heart is. So that's where that title is from. I'm so tired of job rejects and feeling sorry for myself. It's all crap, and I'm tired of it and it does nothing but break my goddamn heart.