I can't wait to see how horrible of a mom I am going to be
So. I can either:
a) Be boiled alive in my own sweat
b) Open the window and listen to my aunt's kids
I am torn, you guys.
But I'm starting to think slow death is less of a torture than listening to children crying, singing, blabbering, whining and--
Listen, I fucking hate kids, okay?
...did I just paint something that could pass for a background? WORLD IS ENDING AND I LIKE IT.
On the other hand, I utterly failed at positioning characters on the ground, so I guess we can all live a bit longer.
a) Be boiled alive in my own sweat
b) Open the window and listen to my aunt's kids
I am torn, you guys.
But I'm starting to think slow death is less of a torture than listening to children crying, singing, blabbering, whining and--
Listen, I fucking hate kids, okay?
...did I just paint something that could pass for a background? WORLD IS ENDING AND I LIKE IT.
On the other hand, I utterly failed at positioning characters on the ground, so I guess we can all live a bit longer.