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Fixed!

Oh Mah Holy Hell people. That was heart attack city.

Anyway, I'm fixed (well, yes, actually I am, but I really mean that Hotfessional is fixed) so you'll see the updates over there!

http://hotfessional.com

Not that I don't have fond memories of this, my original site, but you'll have to read this post over and over and over and over and over and over....again.

Ack. Ack. Ack. And some more Ack.

Somehow, someway, I hit my bandwidth limit over at my site: http://hotfessional.com. (I didn't link it because, y'know, it's fucking broken!)

If you're looking here to see if I died or didn't pay my hosting bill or something....I'm working on it. Apparently I had someone "stumble" a post I did with a LolCats pic on it, and it caused my traffic to soar to some outrageous numbers. (2300 hits in a single-day. 2300! WTF y'all?) And when that happened? My measly bandwidth overflowed like the toilet after my family (not me, I'm a lady, dammit) has chili.

As soon as I can pay for more bandwidth, I'll be back posting. Promise. Don't leave me!

Moving Day

Please come see me at my new home:

http://hotfessional.com

Don't forget to change your reader feeds.

---- Wine and whine continues in my new home. Join me and I'll make sure your glass stays full. ----

Random Crappola

I spent most of the day putting up the tree. It looks crooked. (It's artificial, how the hell can it be crooked?) I'm waiting for the cats to decide to climb up it. I'm waiting for Mr. Hot to bring me a 7&7. I'm waiting for Shortman to come downstairs so I can ask him to bring me my slippers. Snort.

I've been working on my resume today. A friend of mine is a Human Resources director and they have a position open that she thinks is perfect for me. Her boyfriend (who I used to work for) thinks it's perfect for me. She made me promise to send her my non-fuckin'-existent resume. Could I tell her that if I sent it to her today, it would be a blank document? No. I would have liked to, but she would have ripped me a new ass. From 300 miles away. Because she's been after me to do it for the past 4 years. So, I sucked it up, told her I'd send it as soon as possible, and started writing it. Gawd that's sad. I've known for nearly a year that I was going to be looking for a new job, I used to work in H.R., and I still haven't started it. I'm obviously so damned far in denial that I can't think straight. And lazy, to boot.

So, I'm working on it. But I think I'm going to give it up for tonight. If I have to think of one more way to say "responsible for" or "accountable for" or "managed" or "ensured", I'm going to stick my head through something. Possibly the wall. Possibly the mirror that is now decked with blue and green tinsel and little stars and crocheted snowflakes.

I ordered "my Christmas present" - a Canon printer/scanner. We had Mr. Hot's famous turkey burgers for dinner. I vacuumed the living room after the tree (artificial, remember?) shed a shitload of plastic needles all over the place. MomandDad are coming over tomorrow, and the girl cat is attacking the Santa Claus on the tree skirt. The boy cat already carried off one of the sheep from the manger. College basketball is on television, and I opted for a vodka/limeade instead of a 7&7.

---- Tomorrow I will work on the freakin' resume some more, (I'm going to have it finished by Monday) and write Christmas cards. And do more on my move to Wordpress. You all keep me honest, eh? ----