...what.
Me: (in association with my previous post, more specifically about JJBA) I just don’t get why people would glance at it and decide they don’t like it without giving it a go
You: Because other people are normal
I don’t care how many ‘hahah’s you put after that, that’s not funny. You knew you hurt my feelings, too, because I saw how you tried to make it a joke and then try to change the subject. I have to keep reminding myself you’re my age because your behaviour keeps telling me you’re sixteen. Grow up and learn to read people and behave accordingly instead of behaving like a moron the majority of the time. It isn’t funny, it’s tiring and irritating.
*growl*
On a totally different subject, I had a rather harrowing experience with a cockroach today. Cockroaches are one of the few bugs I can’t stand but I don’t freak out about them too much-thank god, because I ended up with one in my pants today. I was on the loo and it was hiding in the toilet paper; when I pulled off a strip of it, the bloody thing fell off and landed in the seat of my pulled-down pants.
I stared at it for a moment; I could see it’s feelers poking out from a fold of fabric, before I very carefully pulled my pants off over my shoes and proceeded to shake them around all over the place. It took what felt like forever, but finally the thing flew out, smacked against the wall, fell to the floor and bolted in my direction.
I danced around it a bit and it disappeared behind the toilet. I didn’t go looking for it. I hate cockroaches, augh. It would have been hilarious if it had been one of the other girls though; you would have heard the scream from miles away.
They’re such girls :P
You: Because other people are normal
I don’t care how many ‘hahah’s you put after that, that’s not funny. You knew you hurt my feelings, too, because I saw how you tried to make it a joke and then try to change the subject. I have to keep reminding myself you’re my age because your behaviour keeps telling me you’re sixteen. Grow up and learn to read people and behave accordingly instead of behaving like a moron the majority of the time. It isn’t funny, it’s tiring and irritating.
*growl*
On a totally different subject, I had a rather harrowing experience with a cockroach today. Cockroaches are one of the few bugs I can’t stand but I don’t freak out about them too much-thank god, because I ended up with one in my pants today. I was on the loo and it was hiding in the toilet paper; when I pulled off a strip of it, the bloody thing fell off and landed in the seat of my pulled-down pants.
I stared at it for a moment; I could see it’s feelers poking out from a fold of fabric, before I very carefully pulled my pants off over my shoes and proceeded to shake them around all over the place. It took what felt like forever, but finally the thing flew out, smacked against the wall, fell to the floor and bolted in my direction.
I danced around it a bit and it disappeared behind the toilet. I didn’t go looking for it. I hate cockroaches, augh. It would have been hilarious if it had been one of the other girls though; you would have heard the scream from miles away.
They’re such girls :P