Me: Dad, I'm moving out.
Dad: Wanna tear out the old kitchen and design the new one?
Me: Yes, Dad. Yes I do.
This plus the fat ugly hairy mole I was going to move in with being a fat ugly hairy mole, means I'm staying at home like where my home is. And yeah so I chickened out. I don't blame me. :)
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My friends network is changing, again. Some people are so fucked sometimes it genuinely suprises me. But, suprisingly, when it's not devistating, it also makes me happy. Weird!
Fuck and I want to delete my facebook. What the fuck, honestly, why the fuck is everyone so fucking obsessed? Even I'm fucking obsessed like fuck-off facebook, you shit-pusher. Seriously, eveyrone's checking on you all the time and still you scream for attention. The fuck is wrong with you?! Hm, I think I might be angry at something. If facebook was a person I'd punch it in the mouth. :)