IT WAS A BAD IDEA OKAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!
I remember as kid on Christmas night, I would never be able to sleep. And my mum always told me that Santa wouldn’t come to the house unless everyone inside was sleeping. So every year at about 1 am little me always used to panic and be like, “GOD DAMNIT WOMAN GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. DO YOU, OR DO YOU NOT WANT THE FAT MAN IN THE SUIT TO VISIT YOU THIS YEAR. JESUS CHIRST GO TO SLEEP”
I hate it when you’re home alone and the doorbell rings…
You just start freaking out:
Then you try to creep whoever it is and see if you know them:
But then they see you so you just:
Or is this just me…?
I swear I went on to show my friend an interview… 15 minutes later…
How do I even do these things?
Parents can be so annoying sometimes.
