So I’m getting home from the gym the other day and on my door I see a golden rod piece of paper on my door. 

This property is listed in foreclosure in the public records of Miami-Dade County. 

Well shit.  Isn’t that a bitch?  I freaked out at first.  I was thinking damn I have to move.  I really had planned on staying until February 2010, where I am going to consider moving away from here on a permanent basis, so the thought of moving in town before then is just daunting to me.  However, the Complaint was just filed, and ironically enough I was just served by the process server (I’m named in the Complaint as “John Doe”) just last night on the way home.

I guess all the havoc I’m wreaking foreclosing on small business owners is coming back to me!  I spoke to my landlords about the whole thing and I’m much more at ease about the whole thing.  If I have to go I have go I guess, I doubt there will be any real resolution by the end of  my lease.

Well to more pleasant things, I’m trying to get back out there and do some dating.  And by dating I mean “internet dating.”  The results have been mixed, but I guess I have a couple of irons in the fire.

Ok time for coffee and work.

T