Dear goodness, my peaceful life is a tragedy. My family is going to invite a hellavu number of people to our backyard barbecue and force me to participate. How? I have to attend to those families' children. Geez, it's no fun harassing the little popsicles without the demeanor of the parents relaxing in the corner or something. It's like screwing in a light bulb that's already broken. It won't light up unless some guy went to the heavens and flipped the laws of physics around with God's permission. I still couldn't find the right moment to scan my flying mint bunny illustration to post on this blog after I found out there were people aside from the family members in the household. FAMILIES, Y U NO LEAVE?! щ(ಠ皿 ಠщ)
i remained shut up in my room like a closet pervert's porno collection, being a tight a** and what not, but DAMMIT I hate mingling with people I find awkward interacting with. I would rather spend the time I had sitting in the table completely ignored in a conversation my mother was enthusiastically participating in by playing a nds game or scanning images. My life has depleted in value greatly.