FallOutGirl; / Comments

*glances up* Holy shit! What the fuck did you do?!

((I know it does. I once cut this tiny, tiny slice in my tongue with a butter knife and it bled for ever.))

*not looking at you* There aren't such things as "tongue band-aids". Why do you need one? Did Zacky-poo bite his tongue? *rolls eyes while squeezing milk out of rag and sopping up more milk*

*I begin to sop up the milk* He knows damn well I can't pour a brand new thing of milk.

I do not seek your attention! *mumbles under my breath* You could have at least helped....

Or you could quit being an inconsiderate asshole and help. Oh, wait, I forgot. You're an inconsiderate asshole all the fucking time! Put the fucking cereal down.

How the hell am I going to clean this up?!

*groans at mess* Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

((I'm supposed to be writing a report. Is it happening? ....not really))

((Nope))

*sighs as I pour the cereal and opens brand new milk jug ((I think that's what they're called. I usually just call it a milk container.)) and hopes I don't spill it* Hopefully this stays in the bowl. *takes container in both hands and tips the milk forward. It sloshes into the bowl... then all over the counter and floor* FUCKING SHIT!

((Bahahahaha. Have fun with that!))

((Ask Jess, I'm sure she'll explain it to you.))

((Me has a question. So in this RP thing we have going on that's sort of separtes from the RP with Jess, Aly, etc is Brian in the hospital?))

*cries*

((I didn't want to got to the funeral anyways. Maybe if you just ask about the texting you could get it back.))

((Nevermind about the leaving thing. Now we're not going. I'm confused.))

*tears slip out of my eyes* He... he left...

((I gotta go. I need to get ready for the damn funeral.))

((When do you get texting back?))

*silent as tears form in my eyes*

((I gotta go to a funeral D:))

I know, I know. They don't exactly approve of this whole thing.

Okay. I guess. I mean, whatever.

I don't know where we should start....

Then I'll go back to Dad's.