I was watching an educational video made by Mr T last night at around 4 am. It was entitled "Treat Your Mother Right". Lately my own mother, as I've been staying with her during my winter break, has been upset over my lack of concern for her as an individual. I leave my shit all over the sofa/coffee table which have become my "room" since I've been back from college. It's not unusual to find a bathing suit bottom or two or even a pretzel wedged between the seat cushions of the crazy floral sofa she inherited. I do agree with her. I'm just selfish in my own pursuit of comfort. So, you're probably thinking this is a random and rather dry first post but it's late and I have been waking up at 3 pm for over a week and I rarely know what day it is. So that's first excuse. My second excuse is that I am in L.A right now and don't return home to NYC in 2 weeks, thus, I am bored and becoming a vegetable without the constant stimulation of my city. Anyways, I'm coming full circle back to Mr T right now. I think I could learn a lot from him to repair some of the flaws in my relationship with my mother. If I were a badass ex-bouncer who was in D.C Cab, wears amazing gold chains, tube socks, denim cut-offs, and sports a mohawk, my mom would think I were too awesome to tell me to clean up my shit.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Treat Your Mother Right
I was watching an educational video made by Mr T last night at around 4 am. It was entitled "Treat Your Mother Right". Lately my own mother, as I've been staying with her during my winter break, has been upset over my lack of concern for her as an individual. I leave my shit all over the sofa/coffee table which have become my "room" since I've been back from college. It's not unusual to find a bathing suit bottom or two or even a pretzel wedged between the seat cushions of the crazy floral sofa she inherited. I do agree with her. I'm just selfish in my own pursuit of comfort. So, you're probably thinking this is a random and rather dry first post but it's late and I have been waking up at 3 pm for over a week and I rarely know what day it is. So that's first excuse. My second excuse is that I am in L.A right now and don't return home to NYC in 2 weeks, thus, I am bored and becoming a vegetable without the constant stimulation of my city. Anyways, I'm coming full circle back to Mr T right now. I think I could learn a lot from him to repair some of the flaws in my relationship with my mother. If I were a badass ex-bouncer who was in D.C Cab, wears amazing gold chains, tube socks, denim cut-offs, and sports a mohawk, my mom would think I were too awesome to tell me to clean up my shit.
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