Two annoying girls moved into the apartment above me.
I'm forced to hear every dumb thing they say.
These are my letters to them.
I'm forced to hear every dumb thing they say.
These are my letters to them.
17
“Mom, I have a job! It’s to entertain my Facebook family with cute pics and status updates.” Her generation will never understand.
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You kinda have that job, too. In addition to your other one. But you do it extremely well.
Also, does this mean she’s working two jobs? One entertaining people she knows on the internet, and one entertaining people she doesn’t know on the internet!
So wait….There mom wants them to get a job?! They may have to get off there butts and do something? I see visions of the simple life, or 2 broke girls…
The impression that I got from these girls is that they’d have to be really rich.
Or else, how can they live so…so…carelessly?
In any case, a REAL job might be good for slowly integrating them into the world. O_o
Get a picture of them somehow, and turn them into a meme
Be paparazzi! Get a pic and Make us a MEME!
Wait a sec hold the phone, you mean you didn’t tell your mother about how you really earn money out on the streets? Well, I’m sure she would appreciate it if you told her.
Are you friends with them on facebook?
Clearly he can’t give us their Facebook when he can’t give us their names.
What would we DO if we had their facebooks anyway? Make side comments about their personal lives and watch them freak out?
I guess i’m way more employed than I previously imagined, by that logic.
Simply put, her mother is suffering from an early onset of dementia or Alzheimer. Nothing else would explain the conversation between the mother and her “little girl”.
If that was true, then I’d be getting oodles of money and not have to worry about trying to raise funds for a car, college stuff, and drum corps tour fees. I NEED THAT MONEY!
Wish posting on Facebook earned money for all those reasons. . .the car and drum corps fees especially. It costs $2,600 in tuition for the corps I want to march ALONE. That’s not including everything else. . .like possible hospital fees and food for when it’s midnight, I’m on a bus and I get hungry.
Not trying to beg for money, just venting. :)
It’s ok. We understand. But slow down, or you will end up hyper-ventilating.
Haha okay :) Got overexcited, that’s all. It’s what I get for drinking four cups of coffee. . .
YES!
YES! it seems i have found this blog again!!!
wow……this is sad….
Hey charlie! as of today, I am following this again….. I found it a LOOONG time ago and never stayed with it….so it’s my first comment! (well, and I’m crazyluna, but…) THESE PEOPLE ARE IDIOTS!
I have been following DearGirlsAboveMe.com for about a year now, and it really is incredible how dumb these girls are. I sort of wish I could be the dude on the floor below Charlie so I could hear him laughing as he types away. Who knows I could even do a DearDudeAbovemeWhoLivesbelowGirlsAboveHim…Not that ketchy though. I blogged about The Facebook Status though making fun of it anyway.
I am glad I am not the only cynical person left in the world that gets a kick out of stupidity!
careers in finance…
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