"She'll probably meet you at the door with a knife if you show up at 7"
So friends...
*wails from boredom*
My mom's plane was delayed about 3 hours so I'm currently sitting here, waiting for an update. It's icky hot out and humid and generally blech.
Disclaimer-Ben is the office beotch in our Chicago office (meaning that he and I relate on FAR too many levels), and is extremely yet adorably gay. While my mother was on vacation, I held down the fort here in Michigan and he and I became quick friends on the general consensus that, for the most part, my mother is the shit.
Ben: I take it this is Tracy's daughter? What up friend?
Me: You did indeed guess right. Quick and odd search-ness, I know, but her plane was delayed and I have since been forced unwillingly into boredom. Yourself?
Ben: Not an odd search. Your mom has probably told you one or two good stories or tid-bits about me, so totally understandable. Are you still stuck at the office? That would totally blow. Also, you have good music taste. I'm a little shocked someone who is 17 has that mature and eclectic of taste. Right on.
Me (now grinny and happy and goofy and shit): My mom does indeed speak very highly of you. Oh hell no. I busted out of there promptly at 3. My hours were shorter because, in a nutshell, I'm somewhat inept in comparison to my mom. Why thank you. I can attest that yours is quite good also. I'm rather flattered. Usually i get hounded for not being more infatuated with Mike Jones.
*Grinning some more* I'm so excited to move to Chicago and be best friends with him.
I also have a list of complaints as follows...
-No smokes =(.
-Sticky =(.
-Inspiration running on high =). Motivation on E =(.
-Wallet on E=(.
-Lungs exhausted from 2 nights in a row of hookah =( (but worth it =)).
-Skank-ho cousin coming to visit on Miles' birthday =(.
Suggestions are greatly appreciated as to how I am going to improve my life.
Adieu.
*wails from boredom*
My mom's plane was delayed about 3 hours so I'm currently sitting here, waiting for an update. It's icky hot out and humid and generally blech.
Disclaimer-Ben is the office beotch in our Chicago office (meaning that he and I relate on FAR too many levels), and is extremely yet adorably gay. While my mother was on vacation, I held down the fort here in Michigan and he and I became quick friends on the general consensus that, for the most part, my mother is the shit.
Ben: I take it this is Tracy's daughter? What up friend?
Me: You did indeed guess right. Quick and odd search-ness, I know, but her plane was delayed and I have since been forced unwillingly into boredom. Yourself?
Ben: Not an odd search. Your mom has probably told you one or two good stories or tid-bits about me, so totally understandable. Are you still stuck at the office? That would totally blow. Also, you have good music taste. I'm a little shocked someone who is 17 has that mature and eclectic of taste. Right on.
Me (now grinny and happy and goofy and shit): My mom does indeed speak very highly of you. Oh hell no. I busted out of there promptly at 3. My hours were shorter because, in a nutshell, I'm somewhat inept in comparison to my mom. Why thank you. I can attest that yours is quite good also. I'm rather flattered. Usually i get hounded for not being more infatuated with Mike Jones.
*Grinning some more* I'm so excited to move to Chicago and be best friends with him.
I also have a list of complaints as follows...
-No smokes =(.
-Sticky =(.
-Inspiration running on high =). Motivation on E =(.
-Wallet on E=(.
-Lungs exhausted from 2 nights in a row of hookah =( (but worth it =)).
-Skank-ho cousin coming to visit on Miles' birthday =(.
Suggestions are greatly appreciated as to how I am going to improve my life.
Adieu.