RAWRRR!!!!

Marilyn's friends have a tendency of congregating in the doorway to our room every time I run to the bathroom. And I think they must have hearing problems, because standing behind them shouting "Excuse me! I'd like to get into my room, please!" doesn't seem to get them moving out of my way. So fine, next time I'll just save my breath and push through them instead. If they can be assholes, I can be a bitch right back.

And literally twenty seconds later, everyone files out, and one of Marilyn's friends closes the door behind him. From out in the hall, I hear Marilyn whine, "My keeeyyy! My keeeyyy!" And the guy replies, "Well, Allison's there."

Yes she is, but she's not Marilyn's fucking butler, goddammit!!!!!

"The Guy's Guide to Geek Girls"

The Guy's Guide to Geek Girls

I have never read a more accurate description of myself in my life. Like, seriously. Freaky. And so true.

(Well, except for the bit about presents, but he's basically got that one right, too. Use your brain.)