i just had a pleasant phone conversation with my mother. i don't think that's ever happened when i've been sober*. there was no guilt tripping. no yelling. it was ... pleasant. and it's really weirding me out! has my mother been replaced with a pod person? is she sick or something? what's wrong with my mother that she didn't try to tell me how horrible i am?
this, my friends, is why i watched gilmore girls.
yup.
*i think the only other pleasant conversation i've had with my mother was on my 21st birthday when she called me and i was drunk at swig in san antonio with tanya and amy redmond.
solamente yo
- mando
- Austin, Texas, United States
- um ... not much to say. i'm a copy editor. i like the words "nifty" and "egads." i tend to alienate people with my vast knowledge of obscure and useless trivia. i inhale gore vidal and comic books. the chicago manual is my bible. i'm a vegetarian. i enjoy drinking and the meat purveyors (and sometimes drinking with jo walston). i like to ramble. tada?
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pod person. definitely.
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