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August 08, 2002-8:45 p.m. Hey, I�m a muse, y�all! My boy Phil took my idea from yesterday�s entry and put his own spin on it. Check it out. That reminds me. I�d also like to add stingy tippers to my list of deal breakers. If you can�t afford a decent tip, you can�t afford to go out, or valet park your car, or get your hair cut, or drink cappuccino. There was a tip jar at the snack bar at the bowling alley on Sunday and I�d like to go on record as saying, even I, the tip-mommy, think that�s a bit extreme. I went to the dentist this morning and I didn�t wear black and I didn�t see any dead snakes in the road, either. I�d like to send a special shout-out to my cyberstalker. You know who you are. Geez. Reckon I could link a little more? **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
