- Mom: GO TO YOUR ROOM
- Brother: that's not fair
- Mom: DO AS I SAY.
- Brother: You never send Lizzie to her room when she's in trouble!!
- Mom: Lizzie never leaves her room. If she were in trouble I'd make her sit in the living room or go outside or talk to human beings.
- Me: I CAN HEAR YOU.
My mom is yelling at my brother and I overheard this.
- someone on tumblr: I like that band too
- me: omfg what lets be best friends I love you bby unf
- someone at my school: I like that band too
- me: hahahah, no you you don't fuck you what's your favorite song by them huh what's your favorite picture of one of them sleeping? name all of their albums and the date they released them. none of them will ever love you.
- Mom: are you ready to leave
- Me: yeah hold on
- 5 minutes later
- Me: Okay I'm ready
- Mom: Okay, but first I have to curl my hair, walk the dogs, watch Gone With The Wind, read this novel, cook enough food for the entire country of Africa, run a 5k marathon, write out my life story by hand, and take a nap
