When I finished with the closing line "it's not like he doesn't have shoes. There's the Adidas pair he likes to wear and shove in my face. There's the black and white sneakers at the front door. There's my nike dunks, and there's my black adidas. Previously I could wear his shoes and he won't make noise for shit. He could ask me for ANYTHING and I would have given. Smokes? He had it. Music? He had it. PSP? He had it. iPod touch? He had it. Did I ever say no? Did I cook up a storm over FUCKING shoes or anything else at all? The ONLY reason I wore his shoes was because my nike's are worn out, and I can't wear my adidas pair ALL the time or they're gonna give way too. Don't believe it? Try my shoes right now. Can you feel how flat the sole is? Where's the comfort in it? How would you like to walk around for HOURS in that?"
And she kept quiet. Went over to 313 and VOILA! She got me new shoes.
:D
Debating skills ftw. Don't argue with me.. when it comes to making sense, I've got more logic than the two clowns I live with. And yes, yes.. I know. I got the most giving mom in the world, huh?
She can be pretty unreasonable sometimes. But she's got a heart.. if you haven't stabbed it yet.
I love my mom.
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