"Gaaaaahd mom!" (you gotta let some shit slide)
was the real and half pretend conversation I had with my 'rents.
Dayumm can't they let a sister have some solo time?
To hell with dishes and cleaning and brothers and chores.
I'm getting too old for this shit.
puh-lease.
shee-it.
As if.
But wait... for some reason I was explaining something to Kat today about teenagers as if I wasn't one of them. I just forgot. Holla atcha boiyee somebody needs to put me in my place.
