China time
Jinna called me while I was talking to my dad Friday night. Needless to say she is still bored and not working. She is thinking about getting a job. She asked how everyone was doing and what we were doing. Needless to say, we are not doing much. She says she misses American food. I sure as hell would after I watched that thing on Chinese cuisine on the discovery channel with the snakes and frogs and turtles. Hello cow. Get in my belly. That's what I would be saying too. Jinna says she eats fish though. But still snakes, frogs, turtles...ewww. In the immortal words of FMF, "I prefer die."
I got us up at 5 to do laundry. Gross. For some reason when we got to the lavandería, las luces no estuvieron on. What the hell. Anyway it was the regular crowd. Ocho Mexicanos y un vieja con like 10 Safeway bags of clothes. We were out by 7:30. Then we had Jack-in-the-ass french toast sticks and back to the mold cave for a nap. I found a decent apartment for 750 a month which FMF claims in too ghetto. We will see about that. His entire stereo system just got stolen out of the back of his SUV thing. He was upset. I asked why his brother didn't lock the doors. He said he did. I asked him why the window wasn't broken. He said nothing. Way to go bro. You are still a supreme fup. Whatever.
I ordered Carli's cake at Borrachini's last night. Clay's birthday is Tuesday. I am supposed to make him a pie. Mom was driving me slightly insane between the mold comments and trying to get to to pop the zit on FMF's chest. Good god. Luckily FMF just played with the cat's with the laser pointer and pretended he didn't know what was going on.
I got us up at 5 to do laundry. Gross. For some reason when we got to the lavandería, las luces no estuvieron on. What the hell. Anyway it was the regular crowd. Ocho Mexicanos y un vieja con like 10 Safeway bags of clothes. We were out by 7:30. Then we had Jack-in-the-ass french toast sticks and back to the mold cave for a nap. I found a decent apartment for 750 a month which FMF claims in too ghetto. We will see about that. His entire stereo system just got stolen out of the back of his SUV thing. He was upset. I asked why his brother didn't lock the doors. He said he did. I asked him why the window wasn't broken. He said nothing. Way to go bro. You are still a supreme fup. Whatever.
I ordered Carli's cake at Borrachini's last night. Clay's birthday is Tuesday. I am supposed to make him a pie. Mom was driving me slightly insane between the mold comments and trying to get to to pop the zit on FMF's chest. Good god. Luckily FMF just played with the cat's with the laser pointer and pretended he didn't know what was going on.