Feeling like old times...
...but not in the good way.
I come back from New York to find out that my older brother is staying with us for a while so that he can complete some class or some shit. And he like completely took over my room with his studio shit. And it smells like nothing but cigarettes and rotting food.
Thanks a lot, mom. Not only for allowing him to come over here with this bullshit (knowing I can't stand it) but also for not telling me.
I come back from New York to find out that my older brother is staying with us for a while so that he can complete some class or some shit. And he like completely took over my room with his studio shit. And it smells like nothing but cigarettes and rotting food.
Thanks a lot, mom. Not only for allowing him to come over here with this bullshit (knowing I can't stand it) but also for not telling me.