Well, it's Sunday, May twenty-fourth, 2015. I'm sitting on my shitty ass porch, fighting off millions of mosquitoes. Help, they're in MY FUCKING HAIR. And even worse, I'm wearing skin-colored leggings. But, the ABSOLUTELY WORST PART is that I'M ONLY outside to avoid my grandfather. Which is unnecessarily ranting on his own, out loud, to me about the fucking divorce. Yeah, okay, jackass. I hurt too. Yeah, I love you too, shut the FUCK up. It's that time of the month, these skeeters have a lot to feast on. Jesus H Christ. We're moving from Connecticut to Ohio, and when we get to Ohio, hell. My life will change completely. I'm gonna miss some of the fucknuts on here. Like, seriously. My FIRST and one of the ONLY real friends, I'm gonna leave behind. I'm torn. Literally. I died inside.
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That Time In Life.
HumorA little rant book I decided to make, considering I am currently sitting outside to avoid my grandfather go on about how my grandmother is a slut for ending their marriage. Having to move across states!.. Wooo!! (Not.)
