not my best moment (but, once again, i was 18.)

currently (4:17 pm california time) my mom is bugging the HELL out of me, i may shoot her. you know how moms are? honestly, i just got home from work and the doctor and i want to sit around alone and have some peace and quiet, and in she comes, stinking of pot and trying to tell me her philosophies of everything, which = nothing. so finally i said, mom, calm down. we're gonna talk later. and then she starts bitching at me, so i think the last words i said to her before i vowed to never speak to her again were "i swear i'm gonna shoot myself if you don't shut the hell up by the time i count to 6.", which in retrospect was quite an interesting thing for one to say to her mother, but since i'm still pissed off, i'm not mad at myself yet.