"here is my driver's license... and a twenty."
SCENE: the iridescentglow dinner table.
mum: "You do have your passport, don't you?"
me: *freezes, comically mid-mouthful, fork in the air*
NO, I DO NOT HAVE MY PASSPORT.
*is going to America in a week*
*is a complete fuckup*
I know my passport is in my room in Norwich somewhere... slight snag: I am not in Norwich. Fuckity fuck.
Hey, mojokitten, do you fancy stopping by my house and ransacking my room? *hopeful*
(I was quite pleasantly drunk an hour ago. Now I am annoyingly sober.)
mum: "You do have your passport, don't you?"
me: *freezes, comically mid-mouthful, fork in the air*
NO, I DO NOT HAVE MY PASSPORT.
*is going to America in a week*
*is a complete fuckup*
I know my passport is in my room in Norwich somewhere... slight snag: I am not in Norwich. Fuckity fuck.
Hey, mojokitten, do you fancy stopping by my house and ransacking my room? *hopeful*
(I was quite pleasantly drunk an hour ago. Now I am annoyingly sober.)