Okay so this is the conversation I had with my dad today:
Dad: *starts playing bad country music while I'm trying to learn Oh, Miss Believer on my keyboard*
Me: could you please use your headphones?
Dad: not until you tell me what that sucky band is that you were listening to super loud
Me: *regrets blasting Heathens at two am* NOPE, I'LL LEAVE
Dad: you won't leave the house
Me: *thinking* SHIT HE'S RIGHT, lol he'll never find it tho
Dad: *googles lyrics*
*Heathens starts playing*
Dad: HEY THIS IS REALLY BAD!
Me: *resists killing him* *hisses* NOPE BYE IM DONE PEACE OUT HAVE A NICE DAY!
Dad: whaaaaat? ALLLLL MY FRIENDS AND HEATHENS TAKE IT SLOOOOWWWWWWW
Me: *runs into room and locks door*
Dad: I HOPE THERE ISN'T A SWEAR IN THIS!!!!
Me: *cries*
WTF DO I DO IM SERIOUS GUYS WHAT DO I DO SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME HE HAS ALL THE SONGS NOW WTF DO I DO?!?!?!
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FanfictionA combination of a journal, a tag book, a rant book, and a place I put all my random bullshit. I'm really emo btw bye. This is the cringiest shit ever I'm so sorry.
