texts with my mother
Michele: hey you know what I want for my birthday?
Mom: Oh jesus. What?
Michele: all I want is that self-portrait you painted in high school. the orange one that was at grandmas.
Mom: that thing? why do you want it?
Michele: because I love it.
Mom: sure, you can have it. I haven’t changed a bit have I?
Michele: no you haven’t changed and never will. you’ve aged drastically, though.
Mom: BITCH!
Michele: love you.
