Apr 28, 2015
Ah, my mother is going to kill me when she sees my report card! Fantastic. Do I? A) throw it at her like a grenade and then run B) hand it to her and stand there until she looks up at me in anger C) write a heartfelt letter explaining why I neglected to tell her about my "bad grades" (I got two Cs and supposedly that's bad, she has impossibly high standards) D) wait a few more days to give it to her and live in constant paranoia and fear (with a side of freedom) Anyways, if I disappear for a bit in the next few days, it's because my mom has killed me or (even worse) has lectured me on how disappointed she is and has grounded me. So, I might be gone for a bit. But my love for Phil is not going anywhere!