What are hands for? To give pockets a purpose
My cousin's being sent to stay with me for a bit. What the fuck is her mum thinking? "Oh, just let her stay for a bit." Really? Cos that conversation sounded a lot like "I'm just going out to get cigarettes. Watch the kid 'til I get back."
Damn silent you fucking owe me was obnoxiously loud. This is how my family works. They just pass you around and wait for the dust to settle. You were someone else's responsibility, then you take on theirs as fair trade. It makes zero sense.