Okay, it's so tiny and irrelevant, but I fucking hate being yelled at. To the point where I will pretty much do everything in my power to avoid it.

I got home from uni today at around 6:15ish. Mum was just leaving for some appointment or other, and, on her way out while I'm poking my head into the fridge for something to eat, she says to me, "We're ( Read more... )