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.