“Ladies and gentlemen, the future is here and it's about 100 feet above the Arby's.”
― Welcome To Night Vale
So I like to read random facts off of my tumblr. And I read aloud a thing about hallucinations. Of course mom lately has been on my ass lately about pot and shit. And shes all like, “So where did that come from?!”
I told her i read it while scrolling, and i acknowledge that mom has been asking alot of questions.
She flips the fuck out!!! NAG NAG NAG!!!!! rada ra!!!
and i have to calmly tell her that I just acknowledged that she asks alot of questions. Just like how she asks me why im so quite when im having one of my quite days. So i cant ask her why shes doing things AND I cant be quite.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!
good thing Im getting laid soon. Cant handle this shit