well, my mama is from Korea
and i wish that was a plausible excuse
but sadly, its not.
one day far ago, in a galaxy called Valencia Towne Center
a daughter and mother roamed the mall
together because serious shopping means
serious money and that means my mama.
since she's old and has a phobia against the mall
she refused to walk any farther without resting on the
bench for awhile. so while i complained, she stared at the people
because she's oh so asian.
and an innocent passerby with a long black coat
and a tatto of 69 on his forehead caught my mother's attention.
because she fiercly believes every tatto and piercing
has a meaning, she asked me.
okay, what am i supposed to tell my mom who thinks
talking about "it" means im going to get pregnant?
after about 20 minutes, i tell her because
the guy is still infront of us and my mom is still staring
she was like "WHATTTT?????"
and i was like "YEA, IM GOING TO GET ONE TATTOED ON MY ASS"
she smacked me, and i laughed.
sometimes, i can't help but just laugh because i love her.