by special request
i actually was going to post this anyway but then got distracted by my guitar. i want to write love songs on my angry guitar. but she doesn't comply. by special request i'm going to try and write more about my parents despite sounding like an ass (that's for you billy).
(walk into the door)
phil: "hi mom."
mom: "i hate it when you do that."
phil: "uh, what are you talking about? what did i do?"
mom: "oh, i was just talking to myself."
phil: "oh so you see me come in, look me in the eye, say something, but it's really meant to be kept inside your head? that seems about right."
posted by fillshe @ 9:17 PM
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