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Mail call!
Mar. 23rd, 2007 11:46 amWorst penpal ever:
I don't even know how she ever got my address. ;) My mom keeps sending me stupid care packages. I keep telling her I'm not in college anymore; I can feed myself. Oh, and over the phone she's always bugging me about eating right, blahblahblah, but what does she send me? Cookies, brownies, candy, etc. I keep telling her not to; I'm still working on those Valentine's Day chocolates. This time was the worst. As soon as I picked up the package, I knew what it was. Girl Scout Samoa cookies. Nooooo! My favorite! I thought I'd made it safely through the season without being tempted. Damn her! Each cookie is 12.5% of my daily allowance of fat, but I can't stop eating them!
And what makes it worse is that she's broke. Broke broke. Divorced, retired and working a part-time job. And she'll send me like a $10 giftcard from Wal-Mart, or a five-dollar bill. What, am I in third grade again? I'm like, "Mom, if this is all you can afford, keep your money. You obviously need it more than me. Buy some food or socks. I'm okay, I have a job."
"Letter of Satisfaction":
That's what it actually says on the letterhead. Yeah, I got a reply from those El Paso apartments, letting me know that everything's good to go. Yay. Now I have nothing stopping me from moving out of this complex. I'll probably move sometime in April, or at the beginning of May.
( Goodbye, crap-ass neighborhood! )
So let this serve as official notice to you local Austinite cosplayer people types! Some of y'all have been musing about having cosplayer roommates, especially Ever with her dreams of creating a cosplay commune/love-nest. I know it's probably just wishful hot air, but if anyone was actually half-way serious about that idea, let me know. I'm listening.
I don't even know how she ever got my address. ;) My mom keeps sending me stupid care packages. I keep telling her I'm not in college anymore; I can feed myself. Oh, and over the phone she's always bugging me about eating right, blahblahblah, but what does she send me? Cookies, brownies, candy, etc. I keep telling her not to; I'm still working on those Valentine's Day chocolates. This time was the worst. As soon as I picked up the package, I knew what it was. Girl Scout Samoa cookies. Nooooo! My favorite! I thought I'd made it safely through the season without being tempted. Damn her! Each cookie is 12.5% of my daily allowance of fat, but I can't stop eating them!
And what makes it worse is that she's broke. Broke broke. Divorced, retired and working a part-time job. And she'll send me like a $10 giftcard from Wal-Mart, or a five-dollar bill. What, am I in third grade again? I'm like, "Mom, if this is all you can afford, keep your money. You obviously need it more than me. Buy some food or socks. I'm okay, I have a job."
"Letter of Satisfaction":
That's what it actually says on the letterhead. Yeah, I got a reply from those El Paso apartments, letting me know that everything's good to go. Yay. Now I have nothing stopping me from moving out of this complex. I'll probably move sometime in April, or at the beginning of May.
( Goodbye, crap-ass neighborhood! )
So let this serve as official notice to you local Austinite cosplayer people types! Some of y'all have been musing about having cosplayer roommates, especially Ever with her dreams of creating a cosplay commune/love-nest. I know it's probably just wishful hot air, but if anyone was actually half-way serious about that idea, let me know. I'm listening.
