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GODDAMMIT.
My mother stuck me with cooking dinner because she wanted to go to church. My problem with this is two fold - one, she told me at like six pm, just as I was all, 'mmm, after a shower I think I will run some laundry while drawing'. SO NO, BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE DINNER, FOO.
Second, she comes home and then proceeds to criticize my ability to cook chicken. SHUT UP FOR REAL. You left me with a pack of chicken and you're lucky that I found a bag of fries and broccoli.
In conclusion: FUCKING GODDAMN. Next time she does this I'm going to make vegetarian Indian and then be all, 'Oh, sorry, I thought you asked me to cook.'
It wasn't very good either. The broccoli and fries taste like they were frozen in a bag. *cry*
My mother stuck me with cooking dinner because she wanted to go to church. My problem with this is two fold - one, she told me at like six pm, just as I was all, 'mmm, after a shower I think I will run some laundry while drawing'. SO NO, BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE DINNER, FOO.
Second, she comes home and then proceeds to criticize my ability to cook chicken. SHUT UP FOR REAL. You left me with a pack of chicken and you're lucky that I found a bag of fries and broccoli.
In conclusion: FUCKING GODDAMN. Next time she does this I'm going to make vegetarian Indian and then be all, 'Oh, sorry, I thought you asked me to cook.'
It wasn't very good either. The broccoli and fries taste like they were frozen in a bag. *cry*
