Within the last year or so, Amazon gave us all digital copies of the CDs we’d bought, like, ever, but my mother was not aware, so one day she called me and asked me why I had been on her Amazon account.   Despite that I know her passwords for literally everything down to her credit cards, I’ve never used any of her stuff, so I was just like ’???‘ 

She said, “My Amazon music cloud has a cast recording of Les Miserables, Enya, Conjure One, and The Birthday Massacre on it.  You can’t tell me that wasn’t you.”

And then I explained, saying, hey, um, you bought those for me at some point, so now they’re here in mp3 form.  I asked her if she minded if I went in and took those Mp3s since I lost two of those CDs when I had to leave Portland, and she said it was fine. 

So while I was downloading my own shit from my mother’s Amazon account, I took a few of the other things she had downloaded too, because why not. 

The conclusion of this story is that I’m really charmed that my mom made the conscious deliberate decision to buy a P!nk album full of swearing rather than the censored radio version.