A day in the life.
Mar. 18th, 2007 06:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikJust over an hour ago my mum rushed out of the house, yelling something about switching off the stove under the corn cobs in half an hour.
"Yeah, whatever." I yelled back.
Then, as per usual, I go caught up in netty things, which generally doesn't involve looking at clocks all that much. Fastforward one hour...
Phone call for my mum. "She's not home right now, sorry."
Wait... mum... something... memory clicks.
Resulting in my jumping up and running down the stairs yelling "fuck fuck fuck CORN!"
Corn was okay. This happens waaay too often.
I mean, not usually with corn, but, you know.
"Yeah, whatever." I yelled back.
Then, as per usual, I go caught up in netty things, which generally doesn't involve looking at clocks all that much. Fastforward one hour...
Phone call for my mum. "She's not home right now, sorry."
Wait... mum... something... memory clicks.
Resulting in my jumping up and running down the stairs yelling "fuck fuck fuck CORN!"
Corn was okay. This happens waaay too often.
I mean, not usually with corn, but, you know.
