No mo’ money, mo’ problems
“We’re not giving you anymore money. It’s time to grow up.” In hindsight, this is a good thing, except for when it’s happening and you have to cancel your third night out of the week because you have to pay your rent and your parents hate you and also you’re 29 so maybe get your shit together.
“What are you doing with your life?”
Winning it. I’m winning it, Mom.
“You’re really going to have another drink?”
And probably another after that. It’s after noon, after all.
“When are you going to meet someone?”
Let’s revisit this in 10-20 years. Or never.
“How can you live like this?”
“Are you referring to my sofa/bed/dining room table combo? Maybe you shouldn’t have cut me off.”