MUPPET MANIA
Yesterday, as we were driving to the MUPPET MOVIE with my mom and my sister (everyone should see it… it’s LITERALLY a feel-good movie - I feel like Chris Traeger from Parks and Rec when I say that, and I hate him for taking my word because LIT-ERALLY has always been mine), but I digress, where was I? Oh yes, MUPPET MOVIE. Ok, so we were talking about our childhoods and all that good stuff and suddenly my sister asks my mom whether or not she was an uproarious - fidgety sort of child and my mom responded by saying “Yes, you were very very talkative, we didn’t know how to make you stop”. And then I asked my mom the same question and said “Well, until the age of 5 or 6, you were very contemplative - didn’t say much”.
SHUT. THE FRONT DOOR. Y’ALLZ. FOR REALSIES??
I went into cardiac arrest for a couple of seconds while my sister laughed her ass off and pointed at me saying “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, YOU WERE A HIPSTER BAAAABY. NO WONDER YOU HAD AN EMO PHASE WHEN YOU WERE FIFTEEN!!” I looked at her and said “Emo and Hipster aren’t the same thing dude” which totally was not the thing to say because bitch answered by saying “that is such a hipster thing to say”.
WILL THIS HIPSTER SHIT NEVER END?!
TOTES NEEDS TO DIE YO.
