Perks of being homeless:
1. Not living with your crazy mother.
2. Not living with your mother, who is crazy.
3. Not living with a crazy woman who is your mother.
Sounds good to me.
About Me
- Taylor
- I like road trips, knitted things, soft pillowcases, fishing and origami. I also like funnel cake, waffles and sugar cookies. I collect perfume. The apple picture above isn't mine. It belongs to Google.
2 comments:
It does strike me, that, if you were to be homeless (I'm assuming that you're not because, it is my understanding, the homeless generally don't have internet access), you may very likely meet more than one crazy person who may, or may not, be suffering under the delusion that they are, in fact, your mother... and possibly a golden-retriever... and maybe also a fire-engine.
I sent you a text message yesterday. It got returned a few hours ago. I think I was asking if you were in New Zealand yet... so, I suppose my question was answered. Yesterday I spent quite a lot of time not talking to anyone from 12 to 5... which I found bothersome.
Hope things are well.
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