Warning all bloggers!

do not meet up with Tanya Kristine. She's hyper & retarded.

So i got to meet Valerie (Vicki) last night and i was as excited as a school girl. she was with the new guy she met in Vegas. when i introduced her to my friend I said "..and this is Vicki". She extended her hand and said "well it's Valerie and nice to meet you" Oh God. i HATE that more than anything in the whole world.

i blame my meds.

and the drinks i had at lunch for bosses day.

Then i tell her how sweet my Kevin is for always reading Valerie's blog and he encouraged me to read hers for a particular day when she's saying to me under her breath "hedoesn'tknowhedoesn'tknowhedoesn't know" but i'm proud becuase i'm not going to mention the guy she had basically blogged about in Vegas and go on with my story. it's only when she say's "hedoen'stknowaboutmyblog" that i caught on and finished off the story with the fact that it was a long email she sent me and i sent it to kevin to read and ...oh fuck.

i finish my drink and go. it was probably best.

So Valerie, you are just a sweetheart and i'm sorry i was a hyper 4 year old. i was simply over-stimulated.

heh heh?