*RAGE* (WARNING, I AM REALLY CHILDISH AND BITCHY IN THIS POST)

[milanthruil]

 So, I’m busy working on the Daniel!sketch, right? I hear Mom call me from the other room, so I go see what she wants.

Apparently, what she does NOT want, is to eat the rest of her Corn & Chicken Chowder.

She gives it to me and tells me there’s more in the can on the counter.

At this point, I’m already kinda “…idk..” about just looking at the texture

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[milanthruil]

Thanks, bb. *hugs back*

I'm just getting really sick of her shit.

I'm contemplating writing a letter (along the lines of "This how this is making me feel") to give her the next time something like this happens.