My dad is an utter douche. I’m sitting here in the backseat trying to do homework and read the most boring book ever (cough cough Walden) and he won’t turn the radio off again. Mood = ruined.
Dear Mr. Google Play machine,
I would like to know why I was able to just get over ten classic novels on my phone for free. I’m not complaining, but I feel they’re worth more than that.
Signed,
Me.






