Re: The thread for flipping shits (and tables)
12-19-2011, 07:25 PM
Oh hey thanks dad.
Start a fifteen minute car ride with "so you're turning twenty tomorrow"; then manage to bring up every single fucking insecurity I could've aspired to have in regards to my getting older before we reach our destination.
I can't even start on a reasonable discussion with you because you assume my computer usage is the root cause of everything from my lack of friends (I've apparently got enough friends to break your caravan, bitch) to insufficiently sparkly grades last semester and prior (nope, or at the least we can attribute last semester's paltry offerings gradewise to SAD (if that's a real thing) or ~*~actual~*~ depression symptoms. Take your fucking pick).
Start a fifteen minute car ride with "so you're turning twenty tomorrow"; then manage to bring up every single fucking insecurity I could've aspired to have in regards to my getting older before we reach our destination.
I can't even start on a reasonable discussion with you because you assume my computer usage is the root cause of everything from my lack of friends (I've apparently got enough friends to break your caravan, bitch) to insufficiently sparkly grades last semester and prior (nope, or at the least we can attribute last semester's paltry offerings gradewise to SAD (if that's a real thing) or ~*~actual~*~ depression symptoms. Take your fucking pick).
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow