Miami Heat

Sorry for anyone who couldn't get in yesterday - I'm sure there was frustration around the world that people couldn't get their Toast fix - while I was briefly locked.

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.

Huge difference.

Sitemeters rock and IP addresses don't lie.

Word up.

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.