please forgive me father. it’s been 3 months since my last blog post. i’ve just been a little busy feeling sorry for myself and shopping at walmart in my PJs, and i had sort of left leighonline on the back burner. plus when you’re having a personal pity party, it’s kind of hard to be funny.
then i got an email from my awesome blog admin ckelly that i owed him $150. thanks chris, for giving me just the push i needed.
anyway, so the good news is i got a job. i figured any job was better than just sitting at home, so i took it. the place is…how do i put this nicely?…pretty ghetto. so i fit in quite nicely, thank you. my girl, tresondria, and i chat about work stuff and where we get our nails done, and who’s weave is fly and she totally digs my highlights, and how we’re both really bummed that the bennigan’s next door went out of business.
the bad news is, apparently they have had some bad apples who have abused the internet privileges and everything is monitored at work. i haven’t tried to access my blog from work, but i’m afraid if i do, then they will catch it and block it.
so, i haven’t been blogging. i guess i could blog when i get home, but, well, that’s kind of my time. not that i don’t love you guys…if anyone is still out there.
they are also super-asses about personal phone use and i already got reamed about having my phone on VIBRATE for chrissakes! so now i keep it on silent and check it every once in a while. the hubs and i have even started texting each other so we can keep in touch surreptitiously during the day.
he’s really getting into it and i guess he realizes that there are all kinds of abbreviations that people use so they don’t have to spell out everything. texting is new to him so i am largely amused by some of his messages. the other day he was supposed to meet with a co-worker who was flying in from jersey and who hadn’t contacted him in three days. finally, he just decided to drive to the hotel where the guy was supposed to be staying and see if he was there. here’s our messages, along with my translation.
me: what r u doing?
him: gg to hl. (going to the hotel)
me: did u hear from him?
him: h is her dent me rext at825 (he is here. sent me a text at 8:25)
me: he sent u a text??! wtf?
me: (later) r u done?
him: ok on my w h,e (ok, on my way home)
the man is either seriously text-challenged, or he’s just decided anyone can invent their own text abbreviations.
in other news, i finally broke down and signed up on twitter. more on this later.
Yay on the job… I guess?
At least your husband is brief in texts. Mine will have War and Peace novel length conversations.
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Wooooo hoooo. You’re back. Wait, your husband. He’s the one who threatened to kick my ass, right? Okay, well, I have nothing to say then about his text messaging. Plus I’m really hrbl at tt mg melf. 🙂
I left you in my reader because I knew one day you’d return. Now to tell the rest of the gang (whatever gang that is) that you’re back.
candice – more like yah…it’s a job. i don’t have to worry about my hubs writing a book. i married him because he’s one of the only men i’ve ever met that actually loves to talk on the phone!
sessie – u crk m up.
rambler – you have me in your reader? i’m touched!
U alws txt me wile im drving. im sorry u cnt access ur porn sites at work.
Plse dnt tke out on me.
You know…it just feels right, having you back in the fold. Unfinished tweeted me that you’re back in the biz, btw. Now…about your abysmal score….
it’s about damn time.
Is that better? Can you FEEL the love?