What do you mean, "fruity?" >_>
Um, okay, now to spam everyone with the non-emo and non-friends-locked post of why my family is insane.
So, we ordered pizza, and my mom had a couple slices draped over a piece of cheesy bread. She then proceeded to look at it like it was some sort of fascinating artwork, kinda like the only Salvador Dali painting anyone recognizes. (which apparently was all about how his impotence made him emo.) Even uttered the phrase, "The pizza is my clock." Then there was an argument in which I said that made no sense, and she said something about yes it does, because you're part of this family, to which I was unconvinced that that meant it made sense, and then I wrote a run-on sentence about it which probably didn't make any sense either.
There's fruitflies here. There has been one flying about my room since last night. Well, I don't know if it's the same one, of course, but it irritates me. I see it, get my weapon ready, and then it vanishes. Frustrating. So, I go in and mention the presence of said flies to my mom, she sends Kyle to the kitchen to get rid of any remaining fruit we might have, and I point out to her that there is no fruit in my room. And my brother's voice floats down the hall saying "Your room is full of fruits!" Really, I have no idea what he could be talking about. >_> Well...I do have that Burger King toy of Evo Quicksilver. That boy is the fruitiest mutant that ever did fruit. But other than that! Well, okay, there's a picture of Barts on my wall. But he's not that fruity! (Of course, any gayness he possesses is really my fault, I suppose) ...but yeah, he does have a tomato. ...and, yeah, okay, I have Tiberius the gay vulture...and a basket of tomato plushies...and the rainbow octopus...a poster of a J-rock band...but it's not one of the really weird ones! They're wearing normal clothes! ...okay, I need to just stop.
And this is me looking back on all this crap and thinking, nobody cares about this at all, and everybody will probably just skip over it just like they skipped over the earlier one, but I don't really wanna just delete it, so spam for everyone. Now I think I'm gonna actually go lay down and try to sleep because it's midnight and my stomach feels kind of wonky, which is no doubt due to my bad diet. Wow, I'm really boring.
...and I still haven't killed that fruitfly. Fucker.
So, we ordered pizza, and my mom had a couple slices draped over a piece of cheesy bread. She then proceeded to look at it like it was some sort of fascinating artwork, kinda like the only Salvador Dali painting anyone recognizes. (which apparently was all about how his impotence made him emo.) Even uttered the phrase, "The pizza is my clock." Then there was an argument in which I said that made no sense, and she said something about yes it does, because you're part of this family, to which I was unconvinced that that meant it made sense, and then I wrote a run-on sentence about it which probably didn't make any sense either.
There's fruitflies here. There has been one flying about my room since last night. Well, I don't know if it's the same one, of course, but it irritates me. I see it, get my weapon ready, and then it vanishes. Frustrating. So, I go in and mention the presence of said flies to my mom, she sends Kyle to the kitchen to get rid of any remaining fruit we might have, and I point out to her that there is no fruit in my room. And my brother's voice floats down the hall saying "Your room is full of fruits!" Really, I have no idea what he could be talking about. >_> Well...I do have that Burger King toy of Evo Quicksilver. That boy is the fruitiest mutant that ever did fruit. But other than that! Well, okay, there's a picture of Barts on my wall. But he's not that fruity! (Of course, any gayness he possesses is really my fault, I suppose) ...but yeah, he does have a tomato. ...and, yeah, okay, I have Tiberius the gay vulture...and a basket of tomato plushies...and the rainbow octopus...a poster of a J-rock band...but it's not one of the really weird ones! They're wearing normal clothes! ...okay, I need to just stop.
And this is me looking back on all this crap and thinking, nobody cares about this at all, and everybody will probably just skip over it just like they skipped over the earlier one, but I don't really wanna just delete it, so spam for everyone. Now I think I'm gonna actually go lay down and try to sleep because it's midnight and my stomach feels kind of wonky, which is no doubt due to my bad diet. Wow, I'm really boring.
...and I still haven't killed that fruitfly. Fucker.