I have this horrible feeling that my DNA will self destruct at age thirty. Here's proof:
Dad and I went to the grocery store. We were looking around in the meet department.
Me: Want a big fish? You could freeze it and whack someone with it.
Dad: No, if I buy a big fish it'll be out of halibut.
Me: *groans and rolls eyes* That was fucking bad.
Later, I get a phone call from my mother.
Me: Hello?
Mummy: Hello, Kiki?
Me: Yeah.
Mummy: Your boyfriend is on tv right now. Sean Astin is on Las Vegas. RIGHT NOW. It's on...shit..it's on channel ten here. I don't know what that is. Oh! It's NBC! He's on NBC right now and he just won a million dollars.
Me: Um. Okay, mom. Thanks.
Mummy: Okay. See you Friday. Bye! *hangs up*
After I'm done laughing hysterically, I tell Dad who says, "You're mother is fucking nuts." Like he's one to talk.
And, then I've got my beloved Papa encouraging my obsession.
He emailed me to congradulate me on my picture (ROTK) winning all their awards and it was ashame they didn't get any recognition for acting and there's an article on Viggo Mortensen in the paper, did I want it?
I must be obvious or something. But, still, I wear a hat on my ass for that man.
Oh, and
katie2shady, direct your attention to the current music of this post. Heard this song and thought immediately of you.
Dad and I went to the grocery store. We were looking around in the meet department.
Me: Want a big fish? You could freeze it and whack someone with it.
Dad: No, if I buy a big fish it'll be out of halibut.
Me: *groans and rolls eyes* That was fucking bad.
Later, I get a phone call from my mother.
Me: Hello?
Mummy: Hello, Kiki?
Me: Yeah.
Mummy: Your boyfriend is on tv right now. Sean Astin is on Las Vegas. RIGHT NOW. It's on...shit..it's on channel ten here. I don't know what that is. Oh! It's NBC! He's on NBC right now and he just won a million dollars.
Me: Um. Okay, mom. Thanks.
Mummy: Okay. See you Friday. Bye! *hangs up*
After I'm done laughing hysterically, I tell Dad who says, "You're mother is fucking nuts." Like he's one to talk.
And, then I've got my beloved Papa encouraging my obsession.
He emailed me to congradulate me on my picture (ROTK) winning all their awards and it was ashame they didn't get any recognition for acting and there's an article on Viggo Mortensen in the paper, did I want it?
I must be obvious or something. But, still, I wear a hat on my ass for that man.
Oh, and
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Date: 2004-03-01 09:07 pm (UTC)Mummy, if you want to know...just continue to read!
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Date: 2004-03-05 12:36 am (UTC)Hah! My LAS obviousness continues, as well ;-)
WL,
Missy
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Date: 2004-03-05 06:36 am (UTC)And, I HAVE to have a Leprachaun icon for St. Patrick's day. It's just right, you know?