dongseng

I love my sister. Of course, this wasn't always the case. Apparently when she was a baby, I would wait until my parents left us alone together and then I would take her bottle and dump the contents all over her. Afterwards I would hide the bottle underneath the couch and go into another room. I've envied her from the moment my parents brought her home, not necessarily everything about her but a lot. First of all, she's beautiful and gets more exceptional by the day. She has an different kind of beauty too, a "can't quite place my finger on what it is about her" kind of thing. Plus she's extremely quick witted, it's best not to argue with her because she'll just shoot you down. I usually end up saying something evil and trying to make her cry just so I don't "lose" our verbal battles. She's also really confrontational (and yes that isn't ALWAYS a good thing), but I'm sure that most people secretly wish they could be the kind of person that would tell somebody off rather than just seething inwardly, I know I wish I could. One thing I don't envy about her is her time-keeping. This is my Christmas present from her, only about what...six weeks late? Although I did actually get it before spring for a change. I don't mind though, I love SANRIO (as I let out a high-pitched squeal and twirl around in circles with the bag on my arm). I am an eleven year old girl trapped in an adult body...either that or the soul of a young transvestite lives inside of me.