You know how sometimes you're on antibiotics but your friends are like, "Come to the party anyway." And suddenly you're the only sober person in a room full of drunk people and all you can think is "aliens have taken their brains."
That is pretty much my existence right now in a house full of hormonal teenagers fueled by impotent rage who say things like, "Wow, that is the UGLIEST shirt I have ever seen, can you change and then take me to Starbucks?"
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