August 9th, 2011

“Ebrima Manneh

Hello Lessa,
How are you? Nice to meet your profile. I like you so much and i want to be friend with you. Hope you will appreciate that? welcome all the time.

My name is Ebrima Manneh. I live in The Gambia, west Africa. wish to hear you and share ideas and different culture and nature with you. Love to hear you soon and be happy all the time.

All the best to you………………”

Oh Ebrima. nice to meet your profile as well. *Smirk* especially as I’m welcome all the time, and apparently the sound of my voice would make him happy all the time…

Nope. Not that desperate. Not even close.

August 9th, 2011

The "How I felt at Work yesterday and today" edition.

July 22nd, 2011

So – it happened like this:

We got a new style of Mother’s Ring in for special ordering, and I fell in love with it the minute I saw it. There were talks that I “didn’t hear” about certain kids getting it for me for Mother’s Day, then for this Christmas. Then I got worried they might discontinue this particular one, because it wasn’t in the new brochure. So I talked to the boy about it… and…

…decided they could get me something ELSE for Christmas – because I HAD to have this ring! :)

It came in today.

Please ignore the cardboard cut and general torn up status of my hands - I worked FOUR PALLETS OF SHOES today!

The two outer stones are 'filler diamonds' and then from the outside in: Mine, Kevin, The Boy, Peppermist, The Pup. And, of course, our last name. :)

I SO HAPPY!

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July 19th, 2011

Saw Harry Potter with the kids and the ‘rents. I have one thing to say…

MAH HEEEEEROOOOOH!

July 18th, 2011

Sure, I knew it would happen cuz people talk but…

but…

but…

HE NEVER GOT TO SAY IT. THATS NOT EVEN FUNNY AND I SHOULDN"T BE CAPSRAGIN ABOUT A STUPID SHOW BUT....

*sniffle*

:(

  • Hey! You!

    Yeah you! All this bullshit I write? Is mine. So keep your hands off, will ya? I'm sure you could totally come up with better shit on your own.

    Also - dude. All opinions stated herein these pages are my own, and not those of anyone I might work for. Just in case you think I'm slamming something important, like, oh, say, my work place. I love my job, my co-workers, and anything that you might think is about you? Well, you might be right. Just remember I show my affection by endless nagging, picking on, laughing, etc. :) We're adults. Well. I am. On the outside.

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