What people think being a system is like:
one minute I’m your friend the next I’m gonna kill you
What being a system is actually like:
I found an old jewelry box covered in rainbow horses so I’m fixing it up for the little
fighting over shampoo scent, so we have both fruit and vanilla
why are there horses and stuffed animals on my desk?
suddenly I’m in the kitchen with a pot of boiling water and idk what it’s for so I’m making pasta
“who ate the last of my pasta?”
“I want tea” “well I don’t like tea”
ty’s best friend is my boyfriend so fighting over who gets to front and talk to him
accidentally denying that you know people the host has known forever cause you don’t know them
“I really don’t want to write this email will you do it for me?”
“where did we put the (insert missing object here)”
embarrassing nicknames that thankfully no one else can hear
oh hey someone organized my desk and did laundry
“why are we dressed like this?”
“can I borrow your stuff?” “no don’t you dare touch it”