I'm paying for stupid Gold membership so I can use that IP blocking feature tomorrow. As I've said before, I don't mind people in "real" life reading my diary, but if you can't have the courtesy to tell me and you spend three hours (THREE Hours??!!!) a day reading, well we have a problem.
I'm not that fascinating and you're creeping me the fuck out. We are no longer friends. In fact, we never were - you always wanted my attention, not my friendship.
Sitemeters rock and IP addresses don't lie.
I'm waiting until tomorrow to invest in that blingin' new Gold membership situation because I am a broke joker.
That's what happens when you spend all your money on NEW shoes.
Um, six pairs of new shoes.
It happens. Six pairs of shoes for under $100 is just a good investment though, I mean really.
I called in sick yesterday morning and drove 4 hours to Miami (South Beach!) with friends, then drove 4 hours back last night.
It's totally believable to my job that I was sick yesterday, because I look sick today.
Not sick as in awesome, but sick as in hair is pulled back in a ponytail and no makeup has been applied sick.
It was way fun though.
I may be moving to South Beach in a few weeks. Shhh, don't tell anyone though.
I'm not entirely sure this is a good idea as living around so many perfect people might not be good for my self esteem.
Then again, I do have six new pairs of shoes and working in a factory doesn't really allow me to show them off in the manner that each pair deserves.
2006-01-17 at 2:24 p.m.