Mom: What are you doing? Me: Plurking. Mom: What's that? Is it code for icky teenage things? NEVERMIND, I DON'T WANNA KNOW!
AND THAT IS THE WOMAN WHO RAISED ME. XD
Which explains why we are so normal. xDD
At least she's taken the responsible parent approach to Plurk/Tumblr. (So long as you haven't gone further insane/in danger, I am out)
