August 17th, 2012
I went job-hunting with my best friend and cousin yesterday. Oh, it was fun. We walked from her house to almost every store or restaurant within walking distance, and picked up/dropped off applications. Crossing streets was fun.
My cousin, you see, is very short. She's only six months younger than me, but she's almost a full foot shorter. And I hate being in the middle of streets, so I usually run. But when I run, she complains that she can't keep up.
My mother thinks she compensates for her height with her hair. It's very long. It goes all the way down to her rear end. If she were to gel it straight up, she would be about six feet tall. (When I said that, my mother started laughing.)
My cousin, you see, is very short. She's only six months younger than me, but she's almost a full foot shorter. And I hate being in the middle of streets, so I usually run. But when I run, she complains that she can't keep up.
My mother thinks she compensates for her height with her hair. It's very long. It goes all the way down to her rear end. If she were to gel it straight up, she would be about six feet tall. (When I said that, my mother started laughing.)
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