urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:phoebe_diety phoebe phoebe 2002-05-02T03:56:55Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:phoebe_diety:1062 2002-05-02T03:56:55Z 2002-05-02T03:56:55Z My first and second official rants have yielded marvelous results. <br /><br />First, I got treated to yummy fresh grilled chicken.<br />Second, I got a <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~phoebe_deity">new journal!</a><br /><br />See you on the other side! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:phoebe_diety:313 2002-04-30T14:08:17Z 2002-04-30T14:08:17Z Today, a very, very nice woman came to the office to work with my purveyors of food (among other things). Mostly I saw a brownish, coffee-scented milk being guzzled (I take my milk white). While here, she was nice enough to set me up with a personal journal. Finally, I can tell you, and the world at large, my thoughts, dreams, wishes, and rants. <br /><br />My first official rant: these so-called purveyors of food (among other things) are holding out on me. Iams, get in my belly! Iams, the other other kibbles and bits. Iams, it's what's for dinner. In other words, Phoed me!<br /><br />My second official rant: What's the big idea calling my journal phoebe_diety? It's spelled D-E-I-T-Y. They'll surely blame the "oversight" on their art school education. But I know better, and I don't appreciate these overt hints that I should begin a reduction plan. It's pure muscle. Go ahead, I dare you to knock the chip off my shoulder.<br /><br />I'm actually an affable deity in the form of a feline. It's just, well, you wouldn't like me when I'm hungry.