2/26/96, A Note From Mom: Sherah, even though you've decided that you're old enough to move out on your own, I'll be keep your web page warm. You're still my Sherah-Bear. Remember, hon: goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the Bugs Bunnies bite. Jimmy says hi. Oh, yeah, does this mean we can use your bedroom as our new computer room?

This is my home page. My mom made me do it. She says I'll like it. But since she loves her computer more than she loves me, I don't know.

Anyway, I'm one cool 18-year old. If you don't believe it, look at my picture (below). See. I'm hella cute, too. I work for the Colonel and am Chicken Princess of my domain (see picture of me at work).

My best friend is Tasha. She ran off to the army and left me here in Scummyvale, California. Tasha says she's ready to come home. She's getting tired of the army. She is the absolute coolest person I know.

I have a dog named Jimmy. He's the coolest dog I've ever had. He's a tequila-drinking, weed-smoking, weiner-dragging, excitable wetter rat dog (see him with me and Tasha below).

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