My life. 

Me: “YOU’RE SO LAME.”

Him: “Vrinda, do me a favor and go run into a wall.”

True life.

Him: *Eating pineapple yogurt.*

Me: “STRAWBERRY IS BETTER.”

Him: “Why are you still talking? Don’t you have womanly duties or something to do? DON’T INSULT MY YOGURT.”

Me: ”I don’t really like these cashews.” 

Him: ”These cashews are disgusted with you. BOOM, ROASTED.”

Me: “Your music taste is terrible.”

Him: “You’re terrible. Your face is terrible. OOOH, BURN. WANT SOME ICE?”

This is true life, guys.

*Dad calls the home phone.*

Me: “Sup?”

Him: “Vrinda, hang up the phone or give it to someone else, I don’t want to talk to retards.” 

Me: “Ugh, I hate raisins in my bread.”

Him: “Whatever. Raisins hate you. You look like one too.”

Me: “Oh hey it’s trash day. Mom says take all the trash out.”

Him: “Okay Vrinda go stand outside, it’s your day.”

Me: “Dad, I made a blog for you. They all think you’re cool and wish you were their dad.”

Him: “YES. FANS TAKE ME AWAY FROM THIS NUISANCE CALLED VRINDA!”