This cover almost made me cry.
"Oh fuck! Mum! I can't find my green singlet!" she cries out as she rummaged through the mountains of clothes in her room. She paused for a second and walked to the other side of her room. She stared off into space and gained mental consciousness after a few seconds. She grunted.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she cursed as she ran down the stairs. I follow cautiously. She faces her mum, and angrily clenches her fist as if she was about to prowl and attack. "Where the fuck is it!?" she screams, "Honey, which singlet?" her mother replied timidly. "The fucking green sequined one! Stop fucking wasting my time! We're gonna be late!" I slowly sat on their dining room chair in the next room. The wall between the horrifying conversation and I, did nothing to soften her harsh, screaming voice. "It's in your cabinet, hon-"
"What the fuck is a cabinet!? It's called a fucking closet you dumb slut!" she interrupted her mother in a now-shrieking voice. I buried my face into my hands and wondered, what did she ever do to deserve this?
This experience was more terrifying than awkward.
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Ok, so plans for Blogger-abstinence failed; I'm back on.
I had a blood-nose in the shower today. It was weird and convenient at the same time. However the blood kept blending in with toothpaste-froth while I was brushing my teeth. Yes, I brush my teeth in the shower.
1 comment:
Tres awesome, yo.
I'm brutally honest :) And that's why it's so hard to come up with something good. ;[
But you.. damn, are pro at like English and art or something?
@_@
:).
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