I've run out of money again.

"Mommy, it's with a great amount of shame and humility that I'm asking you for money to help me pay for this month's rent. Just two or three hundred, and just for the next two weeks... until I get my next paycheck."

"Oh my Prodigal Daughter, it's with a great amount of righteous concern and admonishment that I'm asking you to come to church with us this Sunday, and perhaps every Sunday afterwards, and to please move back home."

Fuck.

(BTW, this conversation did not actually take place. It's satire, aiming to show why I cannot/willnot ask my parents for money.)