Pimpin
3:19 p.m. x 2003-05-29
I've had one visitor in the last 12 hours. Must change that. Anyone have any ideas, aside from banners, to get people to come here?
I realize I'm boring and (how did that go, Bree?) putzy feel-good? No that wasn't it. Anyway, I'd love to be a stats whore if I had stat johns in the first place. So now I must pimp the diary.
*Hops into buick and turns up the music really loud, while bobbing head at people who apparently know how to read*
Should I flash my gold tooth? No, because I don't have one. I don't think my cavity would thrill anyone.
Should I walk with a fake limp? No, that's bad for the knees.
Should I say lots of hey baby's and what's up mama's?
Nah, that might be how to pimp a chick but it isn't gonna pimp a diary.
Okay, here's what I'll do.
Please, please, please continue to read my diary, several times a day, in fact. I don't have any prizes or contests, but I will love you forever, and I will silently thank you every time I go to my stats.
Pathetic? Desperate? Its okay.