so this is yet again another post by yours truly. Kelsey. oh dang.
so me n mom are sitting here chillin watching some movies.
would you like to hear about our lovely day?
idk. nothing much really happened. but again mom had one of those sudden urges. comes barging in asking if i wanna go play tennis in 100 degree weather outside in the parking lot surrounded by a buhfillion cars and moving trucks. and im just sitting there looking at her like, what?!?! did she really just ask me that? but truth be told, she really did ask me that.
so i was like...iight den.
so we go outside in our shorts and tshirts, and 3 tennis balls. and the dreadful rackets. and we start to ATTEMPT to play tennis. in the middle of the crusted parking lot. and im not sure how many times i missed that ball, but i prolly ran a marathon today going after it. not to mention having to dive under cars once i had found it. then having to go fishing with the racket to get the ball out from under some tires and such.
and then there were the mexicans. trying to do their job, cutting bushes and blowing invisible leaves. haha. they might as well been playing dodgeball with me and mom out there invading their work. then again, i wanted to poke their eyes out. but thats besides the point. oh and im not racist, im just open. and Jamaican.
so that was a wonderful part of the day. and we decided to go inside after about 30 minutes because not only were we running off everyone in their cars and such, oh and the mexicans, but it was hot as the devils nutsack out there.
and when we had come inside, we prolly lost about 12 pounds of liquids put together.
thats when you know its naked time.
what is the shift key???
so me and mom both have realized that we are manchurian candidates. its wonderful. we both have these alien blue spots in our arms. like mom used to always ramble on about how the military implanted shiz in her arm and it left the blue spot. and then one day i was observing my arm i guess. and i saw it. that blue spot. and then i told mom. and we realized we are both being tracked by some FBI or CIA or alien from mars. its crazy. or maybe its the mafia. and they are calling for us.
i told her we should go to Chicago and join the italian mafia. that got shot down quick.
i just ate some chicken. man that was some good eating. and the pizza man was all...like a big red wagon. he was wearing this red shirt and these short black shorts. and he was somewhat large. it was like, a big red wagon...with feet instead of wheels. classic.
okay so idk.
i think i am pretty much done with this work of literary treasure.
it was good times. im glad we got to share this moment together.