As I type, my little brother Matteo is making "videos of my life" on his cell phone.
So far these nasty little videos include me walking up the stairs and falling flat on my face, and then waking up in the morning and falling down the stairs. Of course, the real me isn't actually in the videos, but he's shooting them as if it's from MY perspective; the camera shot goes from the bottom of the stairs to the top and then to the tile, accordingly.
He's such a sweetheart, isn't he? A really great guy. Remind me why I don't beat him... Oh, because he's bigger than me. That's right.
Damn it.
15 years ago
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Sometimes I wonder how my brother and I can possibly be related. He just goes beyond all sense and even my friends ask "Is he really related to you?". And to further prove their suspicions, he squawks like a bird or starts singing to Sailor Moon or something. Hes perfectly normal too, and happens to be 20 years old.
Lmao! I'm so glad I'm not the only one with a crazy sibling...
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