My mom just came in the room to lecture me about my lady-like etiquette. She apparently was so troubled when I put my foot on the coffee table FOUR DAYS AGO that she had to tell me tonight. I told her this is sexist bullshit, since my brother walks around the house in his boxers. This doesn't bother my mom, but the fact that I put my foot on the table for one second to hold up the HEAP of newpapers that was falling off the edge of the table was unacceptable.
Are you asking why I'm even at home right now? Is the shorter commute to work really worth staying at home for one night? Really...no. It's not. This is the last time I do this. I swear.
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