Me: *cooking pasta*
Diego(step brother): Oh can I have some pasta?!?!
Me:Uh sure....
Diego: okay, just don't mess it up.
Me: Excuse me!
Diego: I said just don't mess it up.
Me: I won't mess it up! Gosh you're rude! Y'know maybe I won't make you some!
Diego: I don't get why your so mad I didn't say anything wrong.
Me: Yes you did! Okay you never tell someone who's cooking for you that you don't want them to mess up! Also I'm part Italian and my mom has been making pasta with me for like forever! So don't tell me 'don't mess up'!!! You can't tell Italians they can't make freaking pasta!!!
Diego:ummm okay...but you're American you know that right?
Me:LEAVE NOW!!!!
Diego:okay...*goes upstairs*
Me:*continues making pasta*
Luna(lil' sis):*runs down stairs* SEE!!! You have angerrrrr isssssssuessss!!!!
Me: NO I DON'T!!!! NOW GO UPSTAIRS BEFORE I STAB YOU!!!*grabs kitchen knife* *points knife at her*
Luna:Okay okay I get it, please don't kill me! *runs upstairs*
Me:*continues making pasta*
Luna:*from upstairs* ANNNGERRRRRRR ISSSSSSSSSSSSSSUESSSSSSS!!!!!
Me:(−_−＃) that's it none of you guys get my pasta.
(Yup that's a normal day at meh house...)
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AléatoireSo this was originally planned to be a book were I write little short stories and skits that kinda pop into my mind or just don't fit into any of my books. Buuuuuutttttt now it's kind a like a book of random stuff. I have some rants, stories, skit...
