I'm bad with one sided commitments. I consider myself able to maintain a healthy loving relationship but BLOGSPOT, YOU ARE NOT MEETING ME HALFWAY, HERE.
Today we're gonna talk about my mom.
Family blog entries, my favourite!
My mom and I like chocolate. I eat chocolate every day probably. While I was in Australia I gathered up my last few coins and intended to purchase a chocolate bar from the hostel vending machine. It got stuck, scumbag vending machine. I hadn't eaten chocolate in a week and the tragedy was enough to cause me to fall to my knees and tears to well up in my eyes.
ITS A BIG GOD DAMN DEAL.
My mother prefers dark chocolate. I will eat anything up to about 70% as I am not a chocolate racist, but my mom buys 85% cocoa chocolate.
For anyone unfamiliar with this: IT TASTES LIKE SOOT AND PAPER. Too bitter to be called proper chocolate.
After dinner I went to the pantry to break off a piece from the communal chocolate bar, only to find it was 85% as opposed to the usual 70. I was very disappointed.
"Mom, do you buy bad tasting chocolate just so I don't eat it?" I say to her.
"I think its good!" my mother replies.
"You know what you are? You're a hipster mom."
My mom is hip enough to know that being a hipster isn't hip. BAM-A-LAM, GET YOUR MIND AROUND THAT ONE.
"How am I a hipster mom!" she inquires of me.
"Because you like bad chocolate. You're all 'Oh you like chocolate? I like chocolate that's so obscure you wouldn't even like it.'"
Its not even good, guys.
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