Being at my parents house is pretty weird.
After the first ten minutes of “hey I miss you” it all goes back to how it was before I left. You know “your hairs too short/why do you hate bill o’reilly, he’s a nice man/detroit is no place for a young girl/ANOTHER tattoo??”
Its exhausting.
I just want to read the Hobbit but I left my copy at Adams house. Lame.
