Ma, You Silly.

I haven't told my parents that I have a job. I didn't want to tell them because they were supposed to fund my move to LA this past September, and backed out literally a week before. Once they gave me the horrible news, I immediately went on a serious job hunt so that I can support the move to LA myself.

Anyway, here is my status update from last night...and the comments that follow. My friends are so inappropriate.

Since I haven't told my parents where I work, dress kinda cute when I leave the house and always come home with Asian food, my mom has come to the conclusion that I work at an Asian cafe. Y'know, one of those cafes. Ma, you silly.

• Debbie and Lam like this.
• Dave: Addy please
• Lam: Hahahah
• Ryan: Be like yeah, mom...an Asian spa and salon...with hidden rooms behind the walls
• Marcus: Lol...you are not a Cafe Girl right??????
• Marcus: I'm sure you'd be amazing by the way ;) lololol >.<
• Me: I'm sure the 100 dollar bills on my desk doesn't help either. No joke. I forreal have that many.

I'm sure my mom thinks that she has me all figured out. I mean, I'm a brave woman, but I don't think I'm brave enough to go wearing lingerie to work just to make some money. However, I am flattered to know that she thinks I'm brave enough to do that line of work. And, she must think that my body is at a reasonable size, because otherwise she would have told me not to do it because I'm chubby, right? Anyway, I'm self-conscious about my body type AND I respect myself a little more than that. I remember I used to go to those kinds of cafes with friends just to play those overly-priced video games. $5 for a Bitnameeh coffee and to see some tig-o-bitties. Fuck that. Those bitches prolly work there because they're paying back their medical bills for the boob job. I'm fine with my 32Bs, thank you. It's called the padding in a WonderBra. Those things do me a lot of justice.