“ Dad: When are you turning 21?
Me: When do you think I’m turning 21?
Dad: Well, your birthday? ”
Let me introduce you to the most observant family in existence.
Ice cream straight from the carton. Sort of like college, except there’s no getting drunk with friends, dancing and rabble-rousing before the insane eating habits.
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Gets lamer and weirder every time I come back.
How I can’t wait to get away for a few more months.
Whistle at her.
Then realize you can’t actually whistle well. Or at all.
So try again.
And again.
She runs away.
Give yourself a self high five.
One week sober! Summer is a time to detox. Until I get back to Salem…then, rage?
(Source: damnthatswhack)