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  • Context: My brother left 9 Vicodin in our apt. when he moved back to KS. Also, my mom is in town visiting.
  • Mom: How're you feeling this morning?
  • Me: Mom, I took a Vicodin earlier and that knocked the hangover right out.
  • Mom: You're crazy. Maybe if you didn't drink so much you wouldn't have to do drugs the next day.
  • Me: Mooommmm! I didn't drink last night! How dare you?
  • Mom: Why'd you have to take a Vicodin, then?
  • Me: Allergies.
  • Mom: You said you were hungover.
  • Me: That's New York slang for allergies.

30 April 2011 ·

A Concerned Mother of the Digital Age

Context: I’m making a trip to Kansas next week to see friends and forget about life for awhile.

(Conversation via text messaging):

Mom: Good morning! I’m concerned about you.  No blog posts, no texts, no phone calls.  RU OK?

Me: There’s no point in living now that KU is out of the tournament.  I gave away my guitar and I’m using all my severance to buy alcohol and a trip to Vegas, where I’ll spend my remaining days with Elisabeth Shue.

Mom: I thought you were going to Kansas, and who’s Elisabeth Shue?

Please note that my mom doesn’t seem too worried about the giving away of possessions (maybe because she knows I don’t actually own a guitar) and the other suicidal signals.  She’s mostly concerned with my travel plans and who this Elisabeth Shue character is.  And I know my mom has seen The Saint, so I’m not sure where her head’s at on that one.

29 March 2011 ·

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