Do you mind if I vent about Mom? You do? Too freakin' bad.
I love Mom. Mom rocks, and not just because she pays my rent while I am jobless. Mom took me to my first concert, The Offspring, and not just because I wanted to go. She dug them too (this was in the Smash era). Mom is cool.
But Mom has a way of making me feel pathetic. She called me today, and we're talking all good like, and she asks me "So have any plans for the weekend?" And this question doesn't bother me at all. I answer "No, probably do some work." And then she asks this...
"Do you have any fun out there?" Dammit. Of course I don't have fun. She knows everybody I used to associate with has graduated. She knows I'm incredibly poor. Of course I'm not having any fun! I mean, I divert myself by coming here or watching movies and such. But Mom says I need to go out and do things. With who? With what money?
I know she means well, but I'd just rather not be reminded of my lameness.
I love Mom. Mom rocks, and not just because she pays my rent while I am jobless. Mom took me to my first concert, The Offspring, and not just because I wanted to go. She dug them too (this was in the Smash era). Mom is cool.
But Mom has a way of making me feel pathetic. She called me today, and we're talking all good like, and she asks me "So have any plans for the weekend?" And this question doesn't bother me at all. I answer "No, probably do some work." And then she asks this...
"Do you have any fun out there?" Dammit. Of course I don't have fun. She knows everybody I used to associate with has graduated. She knows I'm incredibly poor. Of course I'm not having any fun! I mean, I divert myself by coming here or watching movies and such. But Mom says I need to go out and do things. With who? With what money?
I know she means well, but I'd just rather not be reminded of my lameness.
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