I’m a HUGE fan of Allie Brosh (aka Hyperbole and a Half). She’s hilarious, beautiful, and broken. She’s perfect. I would crane-kick ice cream out my nephew’s mouth to meet her.
These are my new prized possessions:
It’s alot of mugs!
Every sip of coffee from my new favorite mug leaves me feeling warm and tingly in my tummy. As I glimmer into the thoughtless eyes of my Alots, I can’t help but wonder…
Where the HELL is MY BOOK, TAMS?!
It’s getting close to TWO YEARS since I let my sister “borrow” my book.
Why do older sisters always take and never return? Why doth sisters not honor baby-bro belongings?
I’ve even lost so many sweaters and sweatpants per a sister’s prerogative. Why?! It’s not like my size is comfortable. Girls like their men’s clothes baggy. I’ve got a lady’s figure.
Do older sisters really find comfort being cloaked in a baby brother’s girlish despair? I should have some things of my own. Let’s break the cycle. I’ve already lost so much.