after coming home and realizing my brother didn’t get me my cereal (after he or his girlfriend had finished it) I ranted to my mom for thirty minutes about the injustice. “It’s not like he made the list and then upon entering the store realized at the time he wrote the list he wanted a certain item but upon shopping realized he didn’t need the item, no, a third party wrote the list and he shit all over it” <little snit bit. Then when I was done my mom told me to close my door so George wouldn’t get out and for no reason I screamed “I’M NOT A SHOOBIE” and started crying and I don’t know why and I don’t know what’s happening so I’m going to sleep.