I Am Literally Like A Fan Girl

of my sister.

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I actually took this screen shot yesterday because I almost laughed out loud at myself for this text, for like how excited I was. A compliment from my sister, I never even think that I care, until she does it and I’m like… Wow I am so cool.

(Last year I took her to this meditation thing with me and everyone there already knew me. And they were like, “Oh, which one of you is older?” and I was just like, “Her.” Not trying to be funny, that’s just what instantly came out. And I was born like, 2 years before.)

SHE IS SO PRETTY AND AWESOME AND SHE’S ONE OF THE HANDS-DOWN MOST HILARIOUS PEOPLE I KNOW AND THAT ISN’T EVEN HER TRYING TO BE FUNNY, SHE JUST, IS.

EVERYTHING ABOUT HER IS GREAT. HER LIFE HAS MADE MINE AN INCREDIBLE JOY.

Do not ask me why, I just think my sister is legitimately one of the incredibly coolest people in the entire universal world, and she’s just like… Literally I am a fan. On my birthday (she lives like 3 hours away), it occurred to me that if I could see only one person on earth, to like walk in the door, that I would wish for, it would be her. Like, that’s how weirdly much I love her.

(TECHNICALLY there are one or two more if you really put a gun to my head, but like, she’s right up there on top.)

I love her inexplicably much.

Actually, I love her so much, I can never miss her. She’s like, always there.

To me, that is true love.

If and when she ever dies, I legitimately am not worried at all because I will be just as closer to her then as I am now. She’s just like, a part of my being that cannot un-exist.

So anyway. All that aside, I just got this card from her in the mail. And I was like, “What the fuck is she doing sending me a card?”

And it had a stamp because she knows me and this stamp is unbelievably pretty but she didn’t end up mailing it because my parents went to see her and so they brought it for me back. But the stamp is still amazing so I’m so glad that it’s there.

Here I’ll show you the stamp, too.

Then I really need to put on pants, brush my teeth and go.

(Groundhog’s day, again.)

Fuck, and buy marshmallows.

For the grill.

Okay.

AND I HAVE TO PEE SO BADDDDD

 

 

 

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She says that because her brain is the size of Mt. Rushmore and she uses it at work. So she tries to save all her brain cells for important things, while piggybacking off mine for the more inferior tasks. Also, you’re a dick. Also, no, I’m not going to tell that to Mom and Dad; they are just going to have to read my blog if they want to find out. That’s just common sense.

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If you know them, you’ll know.

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She’s right. I’m cashing this check and heading to Malibu now.

Sorry if I miss the shindig.

 

 

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