EVERY TIME I USE THE INTERNET
Mom’s all, WHAT ARE YOU DOING
And I’m like “I’m on the internet”
And she’s all, “WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?”
And I’m like, “MY SECRET LOVER, MOM. MY SECRET LOVER.”
And this one time she got really concerned and this concern lasted for weeks and she’d sadly say, “I think that you really do have a secret lover…” and look at me with disappointment and distrust in her eyes and walk away.
But mom… you don’t understand, even if you are correct. I do have a secret lover. His name is Tumblr.
omg. this story.