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My mom wants to clean the studio. Correction. She wants me to clean the studio while she tells me where to put things. This wouldn't be so bad, except this is how it'll go.
"OK now put this over..."
*2 minutes later*
"Where?"
And then she'll finally tell me after five minutes. I know she has a memory problem, but I just wish she didn't have to have all of her crap in the perfect place. Then I could just clean it myself, and it'd take maybe an hour.
Or maybe she'll become so involved with painting that she won't even bother, but I doubt it.
On a final note there's a new SH theory running around that is making me head desk. You thought the whole "Samael is the name of the God." was bad?
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The new theory is that the demon of the Flauros (named Flauros) entered into Cheryl. Thus, Cheryl has always had the demon Flauros inside of her. Congratulations Harry, you've succeeded in raising a daughter who could have easily killed you. Do tell me, was she afraid of triangles?
*head desk!*
"OK now put this over..."
*2 minutes later*
"Where?"
And then she'll finally tell me after five minutes. I know she has a memory problem, but I just wish she didn't have to have all of her crap in the perfect place. Then I could just clean it myself, and it'd take maybe an hour.
Or maybe she'll become so involved with painting that she won't even bother, but I doubt it.
On a final note there's a new SH theory running around that is making me head desk. You thought the whole "Samael is the name of the God." was bad?
.
.
.
.
.
The new theory is that the demon of the Flauros (named Flauros) entered into Cheryl. Thus, Cheryl has always had the demon Flauros inside of her. Congratulations Harry, you've succeeded in raising a daughter who could have easily killed you. Do tell me, was she afraid of triangles?
*head desk!*