"Emma, what's number 37?" "Yes."

May 25, 2004 23:56

Yes. Yes. For once now, Emma's stubborn answer is okay. Because now it's got a different question.

"Mom, are you serious?!"
"Yes."

Oh my fucking whatever the hell goes here! I was laying in bed, blasting the headphones when my mom came up and touched my shoulder. I kinda jumped 'cause I was half asleep. So she starts talking and mentions, "Hey, you know about dad's trip this weekend, right?" Well I said no of course because this family cannot communicate. So it turns out my dad has a trip to Fort Myers, Florida this weekend. And he's taking us. Sooo awesome. So golden. Because this is a once in a lifetime thing...we (Chika and I, my mom and ash are working) get to fly in a private jet. I'm so excited.

So now that I've got everyone jealous to the core, I'm sorry but no, I cannot take you too. I already asked. I will take pics though.

So, dude, check out my ride! http://www.gulfstream.com/g500/

Yeah, I'll stop here before you get out your gun.
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