It's a cold and rainy day today -- perfect weather for touching up my nails a little. I think all this typing does some damage to them. Perhaps I should invest in some voice recognition software. Voice commands: what a concept!
As if I didn't have enough demands on my time already, now apparently I'm being hounded for interviews about the new perfume. What's to interview? Buy the perfume. It's that simple. Ladies: buy it for yourselves and get what you want. Men: buy it for your girlfriend, your wife, or both... and get what YOU want. This isn't rocket science. It's also infinitely more stylish and much more practical than rocket science. I suppose I could just take the best interviewer. Leave people wanting more. White Stone Weekly can kiss my perfect, toned assets.
I'm not sure which request I'm more annoyed by: the interviews, or the one I received recently via the Foundation asking me to mediate between... sorry, snorted my spring water just remembering it ... the taxi and bus drivers. Taxi. And. Bus. Drivers. And how many times has Diva taken a taxi? Or the BUS? I mean, this is PUBLIC transit. And in the unlikely event that any bus-takers are actually reading this and somehow taking offense, let me remind you that if you had the means to avoid it, you'd never sit in one of those plastic-vinyl seats again.
However, I suppose there's some business potential here. Perhaps as a side benefit for receiving my services as mediator, the White Stone Transit Commission would be willing to cover those goshawful bus banners advertising WSPK Radio with advertisements for Command. It would make the vehicles so much classier. Maybe they'd even smell better, who knows. Yes... I think that's the Diva way to handle this.
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