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My cousin (Chelsey, she's a year older than me), her friend, my aunt, and my grandma came to our house today.
Chelsey wanted to get her belly button pierced but the shitty piercing place in our town no longer pierces underage (under 18), so instead we ate at the DuBois Diner.

My grandma was drunk, and was saying off-the-wall things the whole time.
On the car ride to the car, I said I was vegetarian.
My Grandma: But you can still eat fish and chicken
Me: Umm....no. They're animals

After DuBois Diner, my cousin and her friend hung out in my room, talking about Chelsey's boyfriend, and looking at shit on YouTube.
I made little black eyeliner Xs on my eyes just like Frank Iero does, and my dad freaked out, screamed at me, and said I "look like death" and "there's more colors than black". Quoting him.

Should i take that as a compliment?
Me and my dad can never seem to get along, even with family based.
It sucks.