Thursday, November 04, 2004
...till the end...
urgh, think i'm gonna lose my xbox after all.
here's a replay of the conversation (putting it mildly) that took place
mom: *looks speculatively at the xbox* this must be removed before it can cause u further distraction
me: if i sell it, will the cash be mine?
mom: *wide smile that suggests i'm a gullible 5-year old kid* sure!
me: and i get to spend it? (always state clearly all terms of the contract)
mom: no... (see?)
me: but if it's mine, why cant i spend it?
mom: *coolly replies* if u dun sell it, i'll give it to my colleagues as a present (cue heartbreak on my part and note also tt she didnt answer the question)
me: but wont they think it's a bomb?
mom: *bewildered* why?
me: cos it's from u
mom: *fixes her medusa gaze even more firmly on the xbox*
now, i'm gonna haf to trust my little bro (what irony!) to keep watch over the security of the xbox while i'm gone for cl 'ao' tmr morning (hopefully i'll return intact)
alfred
7:38 PM; .seven-eight.
