Dahianna, did you know that your name means "valley"? NOW, where can I take this? Valley girl? Nah. Peaks and vallies ((she has huge knockers!!))?? Oh well, on another note--I missed you!!
Okay folks, this is the story of Me & D! I was 19. I was working at Subway and living in a ghetto 1200 sq. ft. $400/mn. apartment in the shittiest part of town. A girl came in while I was closing, so irritated with my lack of confidence in my own future; I was angry-face and throwing veggies around. She told me that I could be an Optician for way more pay+commission. And they TRAIN YOU! How cool! I was all over it. This isn't the girl this story is about. I applied. I got the job. I met my second-in-command manager, Dahianna. Beautiful and sweet Mexican girl about my age. We quickly became inseparable!
Let's fast-forward 2 years. I met this guy, we won't say who. He tried to control me and honestly succeeded a bit. I started taking out all my anger on all my closest friends and realized I'd lost them all. Even Dahianna.
Finally after I realized I deserved better and moved on, I tried making contact with all those old friends again. So, first call? DAHIANNA, naturally! We made up! And now, two years after breaking up with that douche, I can confidentally say that D is one of my best friends.
She is ALWAYS there for me when I need a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, an opinion to ruin my day, anything.
Dahianna--I love you, girl. You're one of the most beautiful people I know. And who could make a cuter baby than this?
And her husband, Sean. Well, he's just a kook. We love him, I couldn't think of a more beautiful couple!! I love you guys!!
**Check out her blogs: http://dahiannasworld.blogspot.com/ ((Where she talks about food and her life and crap))
http://www.thatpissesmerightoff.blogspot.com/ ((Where's she talks about stuff that pisses her off))**