Too busy to clean my damn room again. Urgh. I had to borrow a Zoloft from my mom this afternoon. Our convo:
Me: I needa borrow a Zoloft, I can't find mine.
Her: When did you last see yours?
Me: I dunno! *stamps foot impatiently as she is being incredibly slow to get me my precious drug*
Her: I think they are probably on your bedroom floor.
Me:
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