Guess what I’ve just got for my name day
Mother…Why?
Please. Why.
Is this some kind of test? Are you trying out my tolerance? Or is this a punishment for not doing household occasionally?
Do I really have to read this?
The funny thing is, I can’t resist not to. Like, there will be two ways - I’d ok with this book, or it’s going to be terrible - terrible in a good way, like laughing my ass off and stuff. I vote for the latter, though.
Well wish me luck for survive this 500 pages of whatthefuck.
(Also, don’t get me wrong, I love Mom, she’s really nice, and rad, and cool, and I don’t think, she has known the things circling around this book.)
Omg Ellinor I’m so sorry but I am cracking up this is hilarious.
