June 2009
38 posts
May 2009
23 posts
Go, um, Cal!
Mom: I'm sending you a bunch of stuff, a letter from Berekely, they stole your computer.
Me: What computer?
Mom: I'll send it to you.
Me: I didn't go to Berkeley, you know that, right?
Mom: Yes you did.
Me: Are you kidding me right now?
Mom: Didn't you go there for summer school?
Me: Oh yeah. Oops. So, wait, what computer did they steal? Are they sending me a replacement? I could really use a new--
Mom: Two seconds ago you didn't go there, now you want them to send you a new laptop?
What's Worse?
John: Rebeez, SB tried to change our reservation at La Esquina to later, but nothing is available. Can you pull some strings please?
Me: Can I? I'm no one anymore. I'm off the map.
John: Not true. You are the map. Finance is lower than trash collector now.
Me: Media=finance now. We're both bottom feeders.
