boy's pants
12 June 2002 02:12![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
juldeaI can fit into Jason's jeans :)
When he's not in them, I mean.
We decided to go to the movies, but I was wearing a tank top and shorts. Julia gets cold in movie theaters. I had a sweatshirt to wear, but nothing for my legs... and then I spotted a pair of his jeans and tried them on.
I had to roll up about 6 inches from the bottom, but they fit moderately well.
We saw Undercover Brother, which is just as funny, silly, and topical as it looks. And not too much dumb humor, once again I was surprised. Three stars out of four.
For some reason, Jason and his father both were dumbfounded when I expressed a desire to go and get a "fruit smoothie". They had no clue what I was talking about. They thought Dairy Queen would do it... nay, I say. I needed one of two places: A. a ritzy new-age coffee bar that probably doesn't even serve regular coffee, or B. a health-food eatery. I don't think either exists in Brockton. *sigh* Either way, I didn't get a smoothie.
CLW claims to have processed the late (LATE) checks this morning, so we should get them in the mail by the end of the week. We'd better. Bernice is ready to sue.
Jason wants to go eat thai food with me on Friday :)
I'm going to look for a wimpy part-time job tomorrow (er... today) near the new apartment. It'd be good to have something to do that makes me money.
I'm telling Jason that dying hair is much like making meatloaf (which he did today). You mix some stuff together, pour it on the hair (well, kinda), and smoosh it all around until it's blended well. ;)
When he's not in them, I mean.
We decided to go to the movies, but I was wearing a tank top and shorts. Julia gets cold in movie theaters. I had a sweatshirt to wear, but nothing for my legs... and then I spotted a pair of his jeans and tried them on.
I had to roll up about 6 inches from the bottom, but they fit moderately well.
We saw Undercover Brother, which is just as funny, silly, and topical as it looks. And not too much dumb humor, once again I was surprised. Three stars out of four.
For some reason, Jason and his father both were dumbfounded when I expressed a desire to go and get a "fruit smoothie". They had no clue what I was talking about. They thought Dairy Queen would do it... nay, I say. I needed one of two places: A. a ritzy new-age coffee bar that probably doesn't even serve regular coffee, or B. a health-food eatery. I don't think either exists in Brockton. *sigh* Either way, I didn't get a smoothie.
CLW claims to have processed the late (LATE) checks this morning, so we should get them in the mail by the end of the week. We'd better. Bernice is ready to sue.
Jason wants to go eat thai food with me on Friday :)
I'm going to look for a wimpy part-time job tomorrow (er... today) near the new apartment. It'd be good to have something to do that makes me money.
I'm telling Jason that dying hair is much like making meatloaf (which he did today). You mix some stuff together, pour it on the hair (well, kinda), and smoosh it all around until it's blended well. ;)