What Does Mom REALLY Think....?
Our conversation in the car yesterday:
me:oh good lord, mom!!! change the station. why are we listening to tim mcgraw?
mom:dont you DARE touch the volume...
me:damn dude...chill out.
mom:you're giving me a headache. SHUT UP!
me:no ma..I'M not giving you a headache...you and your fucking..*stops abruptly*
mom:excuse me
me:*looks away and mutters* it wouldnt matter if i said anything anyway...
mom:WHAT WAS THAT?!
me:nothing *clicks to an indie station*
mom:WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS HIDING BEHIND YOUR FUCKING MUSIC!?!?! can't you talk?!?!
me:well mom...when you're used to being verbally abused..you learn to sugar-coat what you have to say..when you have to say it..and how you say it. and if you cant....you dont.
mom:ugh
me:what mom?! you dont like the fucking truth!?!?!! too much for you...a little too much reality?!?!!!?!?!*turns up the killers*
mom:turn it down
me:*turns it up more*
mom:TURN.IT.DOWN!!!!
me:drive.
mom:all this 'emo' shit is fucking you up in the head...
me:oh yes mother..fucking me up so much that im talking to people from little labels...yeah..THAT MUCH?!
mom:what?
me:you wouldn't know...you're never home..you know what? pull over right here...i can walk to a friend's place.....
the.end.
me:oh good lord, mom!!! change the station. why are we listening to tim mcgraw?
mom:dont you DARE touch the volume...
me:damn dude...chill out.
mom:you're giving me a headache. SHUT UP!
me:no ma..I'M not giving you a headache...you and your fucking..*stops abruptly*
mom:excuse me
me:*looks away and mutters* it wouldnt matter if i said anything anyway...
mom:WHAT WAS THAT?!
me:nothing *clicks to an indie station*
mom:WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS HIDING BEHIND YOUR FUCKING MUSIC!?!?! can't you talk?!?!
me:well mom...when you're used to being verbally abused..you learn to sugar-coat what you have to say..when you have to say it..and how you say it. and if you cant....you dont.
mom:ugh
me:what mom?! you dont like the fucking truth!?!?!! too much for you...a little too much reality?!?!!!?!?!*turns up the killers*
mom:turn it down
me:*turns it up more*
mom:TURN.IT.DOWN!!!!
me:drive.
mom:all this 'emo' shit is fucking you up in the head...
me:oh yes mother..fucking me up so much that im talking to people from little labels...yeah..THAT MUCH?!
mom:what?
me:you wouldn't know...you're never home..you know what? pull over right here...i can walk to a friend's place.....
the.end.