Good morning Scranton.
Author's note : The way I'm going now , I might as well make a trans-genre "Angry Ex's " series. Uh , seriously though, if I do it's on accident. I love the office and I see a lot of JAM fic's out there and I don't wanna write any, I also don't share her opinions btw. I love Swedish Fish. The title is a play on the first song in Hairspray.
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Karen rested her head on the cool edge of her kitchen sink, head swimming. It was like between her skin and muscles there was a writhing layer of hot chicken soup. Her mother was sitting in the living room as she stood there in her favorite set of gray pajamas , willing herself sober.
Last night was the night she was supposed to introduce Jim to her parents and in all her months of wallowing she'd forgotten to tell her mother they'd split up. Mrs. Fillipelli did not take this well, she decided that withholding such information meant she was ashamed and depressed and if the amount of Pabst( it was on sale) in her system was the measure then she really was. She poured herself a glass of wheat grass superfood and immediately sobered up, because there is little else to do when you swallow twelve ounces of dirt-flavored vitamins. She'd like nothing more than reassure her mother of her emotional stability( after she cleaned up the mutilated pictures of Jim on her coffee table) and send her back home but her mother had the idea to go see Hairspray , something Karen would not have enjoyed even if she was an overweight girl with no sense of self awareness. Not that she was being judgmental or anything. It was also about black people. Which is fine, but she'd rather see West Side Story, but that wasn't playing ( and ending) before her mom had to go home. Or even still showing, but it wouldn't matter anyway.
So Fine. Her mother, black hair in a bob and foundation one shade too light for her natural skin tone had insisted it be a matinee- as if being dumped not only destroyed you emotionally but also held your bank account hostage.The next thing she knew Karen was watching her mother pay eight dollars for two Icee's, a little happy she remembered that she liked blue, and followed her in, abstaining from the Swedish fish with little smirks that made her heart feel like it had cold spots.