Getting a Move On!

Hello! Hello! And, yet again, hello!
I am indeed here. I know you thought I was dead or otherwise gone for good, but I assure you that was not the case and still is not the case. I know it must have been disturbing if you visited this site today prior to this entry and witnessed my rebellious sidebar creeping down the center of the page like manacled prisoners in a chain gang. “What did those cocksuckers do to Jodi’s front page?” you cried in alarm as you reached for the phone and pressed “911”.
Well, don’t worry. I’m not dead. Or gone for good. I didn’t go anywhere. Not online, that is. Offline, well, yes. I did. I moved. And the move was somewhat more pressing than writing about the bitch on the bus who called me a princess when I told her to tell her kids to stop touching my hair or the slut on the subway who put her tits in my face and practically gave me a lapdance when she consulted the map on the wall behind my seat (not as sexy as it sounds). The move was even more of a priority than showing you my lunches.
So, where did I move? Am I out of Manhattan? Did I leave New York? Did I say, “You know what, I’ve always wanted to live in Topeka!”? No. I am still in Manhattan, but in a different neighborhood, in a different ZIP code, on a different subway line. Dogs abound! And my apartment is so lovely, I’m almost tempted to show you photos. But I won’t. I will, however, show you a lunch sometime soon! Never you worry.
P.S. If anyone can tell me why some parts of my sidebar still linger down the center of the page, I would really appreciate it. And toast you with a tall glass of warmed-up iced coffee. Please email me if you can help. Thanks!

One of my most devoted readers, the ever effervescent Elena from Madrid, reminded me that today is my “Jodiversary”. It’s been three years! I’m going to toast *myself* with that glass of warmed-up iced coffee. Weehoo.