Yay, I'm not dead (to the one to two persons reading this,) but I do have something to be mad about. (Shocker.)

When people don't understand sarcasm, I want to rip their head off. And people like my b*tch of a sister, who pretend not to know when I'm being sarcastic. Example:

Her: oh, this song is by Taylor Swift!

Me: NAW!

Her: yuh huh; it says so right here.

Me: *makes the noise you make when trying not to murder someone*

Her: *smiles all innocently like she's not a demonic gremlin baby (my analogies, tho.)*

Me: I want to kill you...

Mom: hey, leave your little sister alone.

Me: *screams internally*

This is why I like when my dad is there. Then it goes something like this:

Me: I want to kill you...

Her: DADDY! She's threatening me!

Dad: Well, leave her alone. She don't bluff.

Her: WHA- BUH- *pathetic stuttering*

Me: *smirks triumphantly*

Her: *sits there dumbfounded*

See the difference?
Welp, I'm gonna go...Google shipping art for things I don't ship, probably. Goodbye, to you, my one flippin reader. What am I doing with my life?

Nothing. I am doing nothing with my life.