My Dad Just Called Me Into His Room. I Was Sure I Was In Trouble, Like Majorly-screwed-grounded-till-collage
My dad just called me into his room. I was sure I was in trouble, like majorly-screwed-grounded-till-collage kind of trouble. When I walked into the room, he handed me a full pint of key-lime ice-cream with barely a spoonful taken out of it.
I would say I'm surprised, but this is honestly like the twentieth time he's done this.
I need to stop being to paranoid.
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*dramatically sighs as toss myself onto a couch* I wish gay people were real.
Hi!
I don't know what I'm doing.
I think I might be sick...
Shoot the messenger, send a message.
I'm cleaning rocks and watching GTLive. I'm not sure how I expected my day to go, but this is not it.
My little sister moved her desk into our closet, so now she's my secretary. Every time I leave the room, I'll open the door and say, "Hold all my calls and clear my schedule, I'm going out." It's funny because later she'll come up to me and tell me about all these fictional businessmen she had to deal with in my absence, and if that's not what siblinghood is all about, I don't know what is.
I am in so much PAIN right now, it's not even funny.
I can barely even walk. I literally just sitting in bed, not even moving, and I can still feel it.
It's times like this I wish I lacked a physical form.
I left my siblings to make me in Sims, and I'm too scared to go into the room and see what they did.
My little sister commented under a video that it made her cry, and apparently someone replied, "Good. Suffer."
She said they reminded her of me?
I want to take it as a compliment, but I don't know if I should.
