Song in My Head: Fourteen dollars in the bank. Fifteen hundred worth of unpaid bills... I told my baby we gonna be alright.... But I don't believe we will.............Paul Delay

In Season: mmmmmmm...Lilacs......server problems

As I paid for my groceries at the local Spaceway today, the cashier thanked me, "Thank you Ms. Cu..dildo.." she said. My eyebrows raised a good inch. I know I have a long Italian last name, but believe me there is no dildo in my name. The lady behind me burst out laughing, while I smirked and said..."Just call me Ann."

Which brings me to my gripe of cashiers thanking you in a personal fashion by pronouncing your last name out loud. I don't like it. A simple thank you is fine with me. Maybe it's just my upbringing in streetwise fashion, an hour away from New York City, but weird men buying a case of Bud, ciggies, dog food, and condoms do not need to hear my last name as they look at my fine ass. What is even worse is at the video store, they ask for your phone number, out loud!! It makes me uncomfortable and doesnt seem smart, personal security wise.. that is. Perhaps I can talk to the video store manager about this, if it bugs me that much. But, I kind of doubt I will. Perhaps the smart ass in me will reply for a request phone number like this. 666-6666.

When telemarketers call for me I tell them to get a real job, that Im dead, or most commonly, "Your'e nuts. I don't buy things over the phone. By the way, the Jehovah Witnesses don't come here anymore.

Lacrosse game tonite....Go Eagles