I dislike cleaning.
Do you guys ever have your parents friends come over for dinner and then they ask you to clean your room?
Like, well, fuck. You should have probably asked before deciding to use my room as the place to eat a fucking meal.
Oh wait
What was that?
We AREN'T eating in my room?
Then why the fuck am I cleaning it?
Or when you're about to leave the house and either you mom or dad is all, "Where are you going? To hang out with other people? Are they your friends?"
What the fuck
"No, mom. I'm going to be hanging out with pedophiles and terrorists."
This chapter is basically just a bunch of stuff that piss me off
Or when I have to constantly walk the fucking dog
Mom: "Go walk the dog."
Me: Uh, it literally just started raining. And you already asked me to walk him around thirty minutes ago. And I did.
Mom: Go walk him again.
Like fuck say WHAT.
WHEN YOU HAVE SO MANY READS AND SO LITTLE VOTES.
When you're drunk and can't sleep it off
When you finish a series of any sort and just kind of crawl out of the pitch black darkness of your room and kind of just sit there and think, "Well. What the actual fuck do I do with my life now?"
YOU ARE READING
RANTS
RandomI'm pissed and I need coffee. Or any sort of energy drink whatsoever. And quite possibly a knife, bleach, body bags, and hydrochloric acid.
