here's my life, a bit.
i really enjoyed this postsecret today...because i've always wanted to eat this too!
my iPod showed the sad iPod face again, which means it's flatlined...so I took it into the Genius Bar for a proper burial by mail to go to the great apple store in some other state...
best part: they replaced my iPod photo with an iPod video--last time I got it replaced, they did NOT do that...soooo I think I might have gotten the two boobie discount, because the guy was flirty about my bad driver's license picture...and showed me his driver's license...regardless, I am the proud owner of an iPod video now! and it is sweet ass sweet.
so, my mom always tells me the craziest things... here are two of them, and an extra bonus sleeping story.
1) the other day she borrowed my car to run some errands, and i asked her to refill the tank if she used too much gas...she calls me and says, "hey apryl, i filled your tank up with gas...but only half way, because with gas prices lately you never know who is going to cyphin your tank and at least if they do, they'll only get HALF from US!" Good job, mom.
2) yesterday I found a watermelon in the front seat of my mom's car, asked her why it wasn't in our refrigerator, and got this response:
"well, i don't know whether to trust that watermelon or not, and here's why... i got it for free in maricopa because this towing company dropped them off at every one's doors... you see, it's because this towing company targets the cars of illegal immigrants and towes them, but recently they caught this watermelon truck full of immigrants, and they arrested all of them--but then they had all of these excess watermelons everywhere! and they didn't know what to do with them! sooo, they dropped one off at the door of every home in maricopa, and since I have land in maricopa, I got one, too. But I don't know if I really want it.... I mean, can you trust an immigrant watermelon? its from MEXICO!"
So, what you're saying is... we can't eat the delicious watermelon because it immigrated to our country illegally from Mexico?
3) bonus sleeping story...I was on my computer and my mom was asleep in my bed, for one reason or another... and she started talking to me in her sleep... asking me questions...
"do you know... who is.... the fat man under the sun?"
no idea, mom.
"let's make cookies!"
okay...but tomorrow, alright?
"noooooooooooo."
night mom
(silence)
my iPod showed the sad iPod face again, which means it's flatlined...so I took it into the Genius Bar for a proper burial by mail to go to the great apple store in some other state...
best part: they replaced my iPod photo with an iPod video--last time I got it replaced, they did NOT do that...soooo I think I might have gotten the two boobie discount, because the guy was flirty about my bad driver's license picture...and showed me his driver's license...regardless, I am the proud owner of an iPod video now! and it is sweet ass sweet.
so, my mom always tells me the craziest things... here are two of them, and an extra bonus sleeping story.
1) the other day she borrowed my car to run some errands, and i asked her to refill the tank if she used too much gas...she calls me and says, "hey apryl, i filled your tank up with gas...but only half way, because with gas prices lately you never know who is going to cyphin your tank and at least if they do, they'll only get HALF from US!" Good job, mom.
2) yesterday I found a watermelon in the front seat of my mom's car, asked her why it wasn't in our refrigerator, and got this response:
"well, i don't know whether to trust that watermelon or not, and here's why... i got it for free in maricopa because this towing company dropped them off at every one's doors... you see, it's because this towing company targets the cars of illegal immigrants and towes them, but recently they caught this watermelon truck full of immigrants, and they arrested all of them--but then they had all of these excess watermelons everywhere! and they didn't know what to do with them! sooo, they dropped one off at the door of every home in maricopa, and since I have land in maricopa, I got one, too. But I don't know if I really want it.... I mean, can you trust an immigrant watermelon? its from MEXICO!"
So, what you're saying is... we can't eat the delicious watermelon because it immigrated to our country illegally from Mexico?
3) bonus sleeping story...I was on my computer and my mom was asleep in my bed, for one reason or another... and she started talking to me in her sleep... asking me questions...
"do you know... who is.... the fat man under the sun?"
no idea, mom.
"let's make cookies!"
okay...but tomorrow, alright?
"noooooooooooo."
night mom
(silence)