Watching my younger siblings and cleaning up our EXTREMELY messy playroom at the same time is not fun. Repeat after me: NOT FUN.
I've been taking a break for a little while, reading one of the gay nonfiction books I just got from the library and posting on OasisMag. I hate my younger siblings sometimes. They cause me so much trouble. It STINKS. My dad left to go to the bank sometime ago, and I know that if the playroom isn't clean by then then I'm going to be extra crispy toast. So, well, bye, I guess.
NO!! I DON'T WANT TO SAY GOODBYE!! DON'T LEAVE ME!!! PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAASE!!!!
Ugh. I am so going to attempt to assassinate my dad, I swear, and remove him from his position of high office in my household.