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06 January 2006 @ 04:02 pm
 
I am the kind of person who likes to believe that I am not at all like my mother, until the likenesses smack me upside the head and I can't deny it any longer. I received a phone call from her wherein I maybe got to say two words as she did a verbal whirlwind of "And then I worried that you would think I wasn't thinking of you, which I was, and I wanted you to know that I wish you weren't sick, and I love you, and I wanted to call you this morning and last night and all the time but I couldn't because my house is dirty and I hate it when my house is dirty and oh, hey, I was thinking about that guy you're kind of seeing, and his commitment issues, and I say you should make the best of them and sleep around if you want to, that's what I say and oh God, I just fell over, I have to go I have to go, I'm thinking of you, enjoy being young, I love you the house is dirty!!!"

So. That's my mother. And me. All in one.

And for the first installment of What We Got, last night I made homemade spaghetti-o's with condensed tomato soup and rotini. It was very comforting. Also, I have, it appears, bronchitis. Awesome.
 
 
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cranberryink: 0: ineffabalitycranberryink on January 6th, 2006 09:37 pm (UTC)
I am the kind of person who likes to believe that I am not at all like my mother, until the likenesses smack me upside the head and I can't deny it any longer.

Ahahaha, aren't we all like that? ;) It gets worse as you get older, too.
pure FORESHADOWING: ak/hh unsinkable - crazyperfumenifra_idril on January 6th, 2006 09:47 pm (UTC)
The funniest thing is the way that she does it, too, and then you get her and and me and my grandmother in one room and the neuroses explode similarly and it's hilarious.