Loving Mother
Unconditional love is when you take the batteries from your vibrator to power your child's favorite car.
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Unconditional love is when you take the batteries from your vibrator to power your child's favorite car.
I didn't realize it at the time, but my willingness to go streaking at a Christian school in the middle of the night was probably one of the strongest indicators that religion and I didn't have much time left together.
From the moment her arms wrapped around my chest and her head found its place against my shoulder, I knew beyond a doubt that I would never think of five feet as too short ever again.
I thought he was going to ask me for a dollar, so when he asked me to be his girlfriend I blurted, "No, can't you get it from somebody else?"
When my dad finally decided that having a gay child was better than having a dead child, we started talking again.
My childhood finally made sense when I saw a cross dresser walk down the street and realized that that was my dad.
I was having hot and steamy sex wearing nothing but my grandma's pearls, wondering if she had ever done the same exact thing.
It was an awkward moment when I told the waitress I liked fish tacos and my mother told me not to talk to a woman like that.
The one-night-stand girl and I met again at an extended family reunion.
I just saw my uncle get arrested on a 1994 episode of Cops.
As I dropped my spare change into his cup and heard a splash, I was horrified to realize he was not a homeless person begging for money but just a guy on the corner enjoying his coffee.
I told the eighty-something-year-old man to "Have a nice day", and he told me to "Have a nice life."
The last thing I saw before the shrapnel hit us was my buddy, Ryan, smiling at me while saying, "Relax or you'll die all tense."
I was so disappointed when I learned Santa was Mom and Dad, but I am so excited now that Santa is me.
And after I confessed my love for him, he stated that he was flattered and we changed the subject.
I panicked, thinking my precious fluffy cat had a tumor, until I realized he just had a Cocoa Puff stuck to his ass.
It was only when my English professor started replacing the "said"s with "and was like"s in my assignments that I started to question the worth of my high school diploma.
I giggled at my high school graduation when I realized the boy I was walking beside to our seats was the same boy that held my hand at the roller rink in second grade.
I knew I was going to fail the class when the professor pulled me aside and asked, "Do you have a learning disability I should know about?"
I have a clock in my living room that my dad loved and it stopped on the day he died at the exact time of his death.
The cop and I had a delightful conversation about sweaters and the weather and to this day he does not know that I was drunk and not even 17 yet.
We got quite the looks at the hospital, walking around with her hands glued to my feet in wheelbarrow position.
As I contemplated removing my birthmark, the woman in the dressing room said she used to have a birthmark just like that and then showed me the hideous scar that replaced it.
As a child I wrote in my journal how much I hated my mother and wished I would die, but as an adult, when she told me she had read my childhood journal, I hated myself for writing such horrible things.