The Jess Beas Awkwardness Saga
Talking to Leslie just reminded me of an amusing story from this weekend.
So my mom was helping me go through some of the mountains of shit in my room, deciding what to keep and what to put in storage and what to throw away and so on, so that when I move to Japan it's not quite so daunting to sift through everything. At one point she turns to these little drawers on my bureau and says "What about the stuff in there?"
I was getting pretty annoyed by this point, so I just yelled at her, "THIS IS STUFF I USE!" and yanked the drawer open to reveal three giant boxes of condoms.
That wasn't the awkward part. The awkward part was having to close the drawer and admit that I'm not using them.
So my mom was helping me go through some of the mountains of shit in my room, deciding what to keep and what to put in storage and what to throw away and so on, so that when I move to Japan it's not quite so daunting to sift through everything. At one point she turns to these little drawers on my bureau and says "What about the stuff in there?"
I was getting pretty annoyed by this point, so I just yelled at her, "THIS IS STUFF I USE!" and yanked the drawer open to reveal three giant boxes of condoms.
That wasn't the awkward part. The awkward part was having to close the drawer and admit that I'm not using them.