Dear creepy 50 year-old roommate,
I'm not your mommy. Stop telling me that you like it when I wear skirts and wear my hair a certain way, both like your dead mother did. Lots of women wear skirts and yes, I need a new haircut asap, but I'm not your mommy, you creep. And no, my food is not disgusting because it's not like your dead mother's. You're just a creep.
Get a therapist,
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Posted by thekeatsstarshow at 12:57 PM