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I find it so humorous that my mom knows about the things that I do. She always gets so uncomforable whenever I mention something that she doesn’t like.
“Mom, why don’t I have enough money for drugs? Life is unfair that way.”
“Mom, where did I hide my bag of condoms? Are they in your bathroom?”
“Mom, my nipples itch. These damn peircings…”
And I’m not even doing it to bug her, because that’s just mean, but they are serious questions. Like right now, I really just want to know where I hid my condoms… I bought them, so I just feel like it should be expected that I know where they are. I have no one to use them with, of course, but having them around ‘just in case’ would be kind of awesome…..
“Mom, why don’t I have enough money for drugs? Life is unfair that way.”
“Mom, where did I hide my bag of condoms? Are they in your bathroom?”
“Mom, my nipples itch. These damn peircings…”
And I’m not even doing it to bug her, because that’s just mean, but they are serious questions. Like right now, I really just want to know where I hid my condoms… I bought them, so I just feel like it should be expected that I know where they are. I have no one to use them with, of course, but having them around ‘just in case’ would be kind of awesome…..