Sarah, the guestbook madam to the stars 2002-11-03 - 10:38 a.m.
So. I've decided to celebrate my 139th entry and being up too early on a Sunday morning with a peach Dum Dum and a little experiment. See that little white icon thingy that says "Sign my Guestbook"? I double dare anyone reading this, no physical challenge or 80s game show hosts involved, to click on it and therefore provide a little random guestbook signage. Because I'm that bored and that much of a loser. Really. It doesn't matter what you say. Maybe you can say hi or you can tell me what to be when I grow up out of these choices: flute player, bum, flute playing bum, flute playing, flannel wearing bum in a Seattle grunge band, professional witness in a Las Vegas wedding chapel, or mango farmer on Tahiti. Or maybe you can explain why I should have played field hockey in eighth grade instead of trying out for the soccer team again and thereby getting cut from the soccer team and becoming a bitter, maladjusted band geek instead. Perhaps you can recommend some good music or a good book. Perhaps you can just tell me to shut up. Or you can completely ignore all of this. I'm just really bored.