the radio alarm clock is set for soon

Whilst in a conversation with octarine, I declare:

I'm not really an insomniac, per se. It's just that my body rebels when it's forced to conform to the dictates of an oppressive capitalist regime.

We'll just tell you... we don`t do anything

A typical family conversation. Starring Adara, 16, Javier, 11, Erika (your poster), Mom (age undisclosed):

Me: Stop drinking the haterade, Adara.

Adara: I can't. It fulfills my daily requirement of awesome.

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Me: Can't hear you? I then turn the music down.

Javier: Yeah, I'm surprised you can hear anything.

Adara: What with the eeeeevil radiating from your skull.

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Javier: Do or do not, there is no try. I would rather do not.

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Adara and Javier make rude gestures at each other.

Javier: YOU ARE THE WEAKEST LINK. GOODBYE.

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Javier: Here, Rusty, I hope this pillow falls on you. drops pillow

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Me: We cannot cut your hair in the kitchen if there are people eating in the kitchen.
Javier: Also, I have to pee.
Mom: Good to know. Thanks.

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Adara: I HATE YOU.

Me: ...?

Adara: YOU GOT THAT SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD. And I don't even know the lyrics!

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Javier: My nose feels funny. I think I have to sneeze. I should probably turn away from the tea and the ice cream and the Coke and the lemonade.

turns around

...

turns back around

Javier: Nope. Guess I don't have to.

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Ohhhh, crazy r us.