So this morning, at 9:30am my little brother runs into my room screaming “Rosalita! Rosalita!” and rips the covers off of me and starts shaking my head. Btw, that is NOT how I like to be woken up in the morning. Matta’ fact, I don’t like to be woken up period, especially not on the weekend.
Anyways, I woke up and my brother, mom and step dad went out for breakfast, then afterwards I just wanted to go home. But no, this nigga wants to walk on the beach… In this 15 degrees weather. GTFO.
After I froze my ass off we finally got back in the car and drove home. When we got home my little brother had a titty attack because he had a shit load of homework he didn’t wanna do so he started cursing, and then my step dad washed his mouth out with soup -_-
Then my mom decides she wants to take family pictures. (Mind you, I’m still in a bad mood) so we go outside, take pictures, whatever. Now, this bitch is mad I’m not smiling in them. Really though? After everything that happened today, your surprised I’m not smiling in that fucking picture?!
That was my day today.
