I'm being referred to, in this office, as Daana "No-man" Linton. What the %$#*& is up with that??? Even the short Venezuelan "supervisor" givin' me heat!
Just cuz I don't constantly tie up the phone line talkin' to a significant other....
Just cuz I don't get flowers or fruit basket deliveries around here...

I gine take up obeah lessons JUST to smite a pox on ALL of 'em!!

I think our short Venezuelan supervisor is trying to ply me with cookies.
It's not going to work though. Yeah sure, if she offers me some Oreos, I'll take 'em, but that doesn't mean I'll like her any better!

Daana the Cookie Whore signing out.

It's been a while since I've caught a van from the River Road van stand all the way home, but I caught one yesterday evening.
Well, I guess I've been spoilt by all these years of havin' a car at my immediate disposal because I dunno if I can take that van-catching thing everyday!

Here's the run-down:
I get to the van stand: there're only TWO Route 11 vans there (there used to be whole fleet last time I checked)!
I squish into the 2nd van, and it turns out I have to sit on one-a the auxiliary fold-out seats because the short, obnoxious conductor decides there's room for a tall, German (or were they Dutch?) couple in this van.
At one point, I had to sit among some schoolboys (which I dreaded) and I tried to do so as gracefuly as possible but the van lurched off and I plopped down nearly right on top of the poor guy! I mumbled my apology and that's when I noticed his friend smiling and looking at me in what I'm sure he thought was a "Sexy Dappa" gaze. 0_0
I quickly turned my attention to the scenery flying by outside.

And then, it started to rain.
I tellya, if any one person had SARS in there, all-a we would haffi dead!

I'm just not sure I'm comfortable with the high levels of intimacy you're forced to develop with complete strangers aboard these things.

This blog probably just upped my "Bouje Factor" by a good a setta points.

Is it just me, or is Father's Day kind of a chore?
Maybe it's just cuz MY father is so hard to shop for!
And he never uses anything we get him!
And he never likes what we cook for him!

C.O.T.

Awright, I'm confused. I just don't know what to do with myself.

Every day, I'm getting to know this guy Rix (short for Lyrics, a nickname which he earned from me ) a little better...and I'm liking him more and more! He's just surprising me, and impressing me at every turn.
The guy decided he'll no longer read my blog because he thinks I need my privacy. I was stunned. I never expected that. It's just so far removed from one of my many mottos:
"If it's out in public, I have every right to look/eavesdrop!"
Of course, he could just be frontin', meanwhile readin' every blasted word I type! But then, I couldn't complain....this IS a public site!
So I guess I have a license to write anything I want about him now.



Whatever happens, I promise myself I will NOT get caught up! If that happens, it's all over. I'll have no respect for myself.
I'll leave that for other people. I pride myself on my ability to remain somewhat distant.

Listen to me tryin' to convince myself!