Face-phone again, comic about student debt, face-palm.
Piloterrr:
"I'm gonna be destitute when I graduate!"
The Mom just laughs at we.
"No, you're not, you're just going to have to get a job, K."
"Exactly."
Bae-barf, my privilege.
a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
scene from today: some sort of mom edition
I am on my phone, I have been complaining about all the work I need to get done and how lazy I have been this pre-summer: Florida is on big gas leak--pass out in the driver's seat.
Me: (face meet phone, closer)
Mom: (sarcasm4lyfe) Getting a lot of work done?
Me: Yeah, I'm reading an article. Research.(stone cold bluffer fluff)
Mom: Oh.
Zoom to screen and see R29 article about The Hills.
Now, this must be research, so we aren't the liar's dent.
Me: (face meet phone, closer)
Mom: (sarcasm4lyfe) Getting a lot of work done?
Me: Yeah, I'm reading an article. Research.(stone cold bluffer fluff)
Mom: Oh.
Zoom to screen and see R29 article about The Hills.
Now, this must be research, so we aren't the liar's dent.
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