I just had the most horrific conversation with my mom.
Mom: If you get a job in West LA, will you stay at home or move over there?
Me: I'm not sure. I think I'll try the commute first, and if it gets too tiring I'll move out there.
Mom: I have a great idea.
Me: What is it?
Mom: If I get a job with UCLA or out in LA, we can rent a one-room apartment and live together.
Right after she said this my mind started thinking about a million reasons why this would not be a great idea at all.
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we can party together!
ReplyDeleteWe can go out and get schwasted, then you guys can stay over and my mom will cook us breakfast in the morning. What a beautiful, perfect arrangement.
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