so i have these bags i need to take outside and put in the trash but i can’t
cause i’ll apparently get interrogated for throwing out trash so late.
i took one small little bag outside and suddendy 21 million questions about what i’m doing and what i’m moving around upstairs.
ya know…you wouldn’t have to worry about me moving shit right now if you had left me alone and let me clean my damn room. wasn’t someone supposed to come over anyway??
…i know he’s my grandfather but fuckin’ christ…it’s like i literally have to sit here and wait for him to get the fuck out of the living room before i can do shit.
man fuck that noise, im takin this shit out.