Slenderbro...

I guess my brother has decided to make a blog like myself. Ugh, ah well...I'll ask dad what the hell does he do in his freetime besides stalk a stalker. It's chill though, as long as he doesn't try and mess up my bros and I going to concerts and bro'in around. He may be an annoying little brother, but in the end he sometimes makes ya wanna just...just...just rip his heart out, put it in a ziplock, and put it back in while sewin him up. You know, the normal.

Damit bro.

I got a call from my bro, literally, at 2:30 in the morning. I guess he doesn't know what being hung over is like, I guess because he's only drunk on life, but he calls me all excited to ask me the dumbest question. He wants to know if I want to see the sun rise with him. WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? I just hung up on him as soon as I heard him say, "but slender...please I just wanna watc.." Ughhhh...damit...now mom's gonna yell at me while dad just sits on the couch and watches football. She always yells at me saying things like, "Slender! WHY is there a bloody garbage bag on my new floor tile" or, "can't you stalk someone without bringing mud into this household?"  He's always happy, I just don't get it. This is basically what all of our pictures together look like:

Made by the ever so awesome bra...Agent-Sarah

It's gonna be a long christmas vacation. Fuck....My....Life.