my mother is angry at me because i refuse to clean my room.
i wish i was a sloth. mother sloths don't ask teenage sloths to clean their rooms. not that sloths have rooms, but i suppose a sloths bedroom would be the branch they wrap themselves around. but i find it hard to believe that sloths would have to clean their bedroom/branches because they're fucking sloths.
don't get me wrong, i love my mother, but in spite of her i have compiled a list of things i would be able to do if she wasn't around:
- live like a sloth
- own a cat
- pierce my ears
- keep my best friends
- keep my boyfriends
- enjoy the company of hookers
- love jesus
- work at coles
- believe in miracles
- go to hogwarts
all that aside, i suppose we have to sacrifice things we want for the ones we love. things i have accomplished with her around;
- lived
- breathed
- laughed
- loved
some things out-weigh the others.
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