So, my mom tells me she needs part of my tuition refund for stuff around the house. That's cool; I live here, too. I tell her I need part of that money for myself, because I'm taking a trip this winter. She asks where, I tell her "New York."
Surprisingly, she doesn't flip out.
I tell her I'm going there to meet "my friend from Florida," who I've never seen in person, and she still doesn't flip out.
As a matter of fact, she's been very supportive, quickly getting over her apprehension about me flying, and even offering to help me find money for the trip if I don't get all the tuition refund money she expects me to get. Her friend offered to drive me to the airport, and my grandma's giving me a nice sum of cash for Christmas.
Maybe offering to take pictures of and buy a shirt from Rupert Jee is what made my mom so hip to this idea.
What a weird day this has been.
And also, NEW YORK MOTHERFUCKING CITY.
Stoked. Still. Me.
Surprisingly, she doesn't flip out.
I tell her I'm going there to meet "my friend from Florida," who I've never seen in person, and she still doesn't flip out.
As a matter of fact, she's been very supportive, quickly getting over her apprehension about me flying, and even offering to help me find money for the trip if I don't get all the tuition refund money she expects me to get. Her friend offered to drive me to the airport, and my grandma's giving me a nice sum of cash for Christmas.
Maybe offering to take pictures of and buy a shirt from Rupert Jee is what made my mom so hip to this idea.
What a weird day this has been.
And also, NEW YORK MOTHERFUCKING CITY.
Stoked. Still. Me.
"Dammit, that sounds nothing like Adam West! Take this stinking video back or it's fits all weekend, woman!"