My teenage daughter hasn't been her usually delightful sunny self this week, Alanis Morrisette has moved into her head, (bloody Alanis, it happens to us all, one day you're sitting there happy and content, then BOOM you're a depressive angry homicidal manic) and frankly I'm scared for the children, and myself and everybody, at times like this it's best to stand under cover with a lion tamer stick and just to slide tubs of Haagen-Dazs and plates of nachos in to placate her until Alanis fucks off again and your teenager is returned to you...until next month.
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