One: Is that a boy or a girl?
Two: I think that’s a girl.
One: I think it’s a boy.
Two: It’s a he/she.
Me(In my head): How about you fucking ask me instead of whispering shit like I can’t hear you. *While Smiling*

My Desktop.
My Mom: That is so disgusting, why do you have it on there?
Me: Because it’s my laptop and I like it.
Mom: You’re living in my house, and I think it’s nasty. Change it!
Me: No. It’s my laptop, my personal space. I have it how I want it. If you don’t want to see it, don’t use my laptop.
Mom: * talking a bunch of shit*
Me: Mami, don’t even start.
*Changes topic*