Fuck all Mothers.
Stolen from Saturday Night Live --
"An anti-depression patch was approved by the FDA today -- directions include peeling the patch off and sticking it firmly over your mother's mouth."
Yeah no fucking kidding. Mom's are the worst for dealing out depression. Instead of doing it in one giant blast they carefully parcel out their anger, and more importantly their own insecurities gradually - jabbing at their children when they feel most content. (That concept was stolen from the Simpsons as well)
But for real. My mom just bitched me out because I am not working enough now that school has broke for TWELVE DAYS. It is September and she knows (being as she raised us waiting tables) that September is the worst month of the year. Okay, so she is disappointed with her son whose house is finally clean for a stretch that is now well over a month, whose grades in college are better than they ever have been, and who has already proven he can make it on his own.
Her issues are crusty, stale, and in my opinion bullshit. I love my mom to death, but I haven't been this depressed since November of last year when the guy I was dating, Nate, basically told me after 3 sexual encounters that he no longer wanted to see me. Because I was fat. To tell me that she is disappointed in me, when for the past five months I haven't been doing anything but exactly what she asked for isn't fucking cool at all.
Anyone have any draino we can split?
"An anti-depression patch was approved by the FDA today -- directions include peeling the patch off and sticking it firmly over your mother's mouth."
Yeah no fucking kidding. Mom's are the worst for dealing out depression. Instead of doing it in one giant blast they carefully parcel out their anger, and more importantly their own insecurities gradually - jabbing at their children when they feel most content. (That concept was stolen from the Simpsons as well)
But for real. My mom just bitched me out because I am not working enough now that school has broke for TWELVE DAYS. It is September and she knows (being as she raised us waiting tables) that September is the worst month of the year. Okay, so she is disappointed with her son whose house is finally clean for a stretch that is now well over a month, whose grades in college are better than they ever have been, and who has already proven he can make it on his own.
Her issues are crusty, stale, and in my opinion bullshit. I love my mom to death, but I haven't been this depressed since November of last year when the guy I was dating, Nate, basically told me after 3 sexual encounters that he no longer wanted to see me. Because I was fat. To tell me that she is disappointed in me, when for the past five months I haven't been doing anything but exactly what she asked for isn't fucking cool at all.
Anyone have any draino we can split?