May 8, 2003 // 1:03 a.m.
Yeah, well, if I were so righteous, I wouldn't be contemplating homicide right now.
a typical exchange.
me: can i move your car, i need to get my oil changed.
mom: sure, where
are you going?
me: jiffy lube. dad says it's probably the cheapest.
mom:
cheaper than wal-mart?
me: mom, i don't shop at wal-mart.
mom: it's just
the auto part-
me: it's still giving money to the company.
mom: they
stopped selling those awful men's magazines. (by which i assume she means maxim
and the like.)
me: because they're a bunch of crazy christian
conservatives.
mom: i don't care about that, i just don't want to look at
it.
me: then don't look at it. they still have a right to be sold.
mom:
(mimicking) oh, they still have a right to be sold..
me: it's free speech,
mom.
mom: you know, no one cares about your opinions, no one agrees with them
either. no one cares. you're so [self-]righteous.
i want out of here.