My Dad just bought me this hello kitty toaster. He figured out that love between a daughter and a father comes in the shape of a cat's head with a bow on it. Yes, the toaster does sear her face into my bread. When I picked out my toaster the cashier said:
Cashier: "Oh how cute! Is this for when you go to college?"
Me: "Um, I'm pretty much done with my degree. I just have good taste."
Cashier: "Oh! Well you look so young!"
Me: "Yeah....I get that a lot".
Me: "Um, I'm pretty much done with my degree. I just have good taste."
Cashier: "Oh! Well you look so young!"
Me: "Yeah....I get that a lot".
Then I felt really embaressed for being a 22 1/2 year old woman buying a toaster with hello kitty's face. Whatever, I'm still effing amazing even if I like Hello Kitty. Atleast I don't use Star Wars shit as part of home décor. Oh wait, yes I do, but it's not by choice. Trust me, that shit would be boxed up and in storage if it were up to me.
2 comments:
Star Wars is the shit...you take that back!!! I'm bringing up the rest of the posters to the apartment
We must have breakfast, now until then, may the force be with you
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