May 20, 2008 17:22
My mother and I tend to call war on one another.
Usually for stupid shit like "Touch that candy bar and I will end everything you are" once or twice a month. Those are fun.
She'll usually beat me with her legs tied and her arms broke at April Fool's Day. What can I say, she's a sly fox.
Sometimes, she'll be in a weird mood and proceed to start the "I Love You" war. Now, see, with my natural dislike and distaste for said word, I usually don't even say it unless it is to my parents or unless it's a very serious and meaningful moment. I'm naturally reluctant to make such a commitment that those words represent and mean in my eyes.
So, because it's my mother, I've watched the End of Evangelion on no sleep and am waiting for my laundry to hurry it's ass up so I can attempt a nap; I decide that, since she's started the "I Love You" war, that I was going to win this one. And thus the war began simply, calmly and without much fail. Oya-baka and Ko-baka for ya; "Parent stupid" and "Child stupid"; that would be us like whoa.
I will fail harder than my mother, guaranteed. I can and will do it.
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