( 2:58 AM ) shut up christine
after a while you learn to hate talking on the phone
when the phone calls are never for you
random story
When I was thirteen I had a humongo crush on Jon Molina.
He was two years older and he was my whole world in the 8th grade and everyday he’d call our house because he had a thing for my sister like every other guy in the universe but she didn’t like him back so whenever he called, she’d tell me to tell him that she was busy and I loved that because at least I got to talk to him for a little bit on the phone, even if it was only for three seconds..but anyway whenever I said “sorry she can’t come to the phone right now” I really meant “I wish you would talk to me…...”
My sis is William, I’m Harry; she’s Marcia, I’m Jan; she’s Beyonce and I’m Solange.
Solange? Who the heck is Solange??
Yeah, exactly.
Oops I didn’t mean for this to sound bitter, because my sister is actually quite cool, most of the time, when she’s not throwing tufts of pubes into my face....
heee the real point of this story was not about how much I hate talking on the phone, or my unrequited 8th grade love for Jon Molina, or sibling rivalry… I just wanted to let everyone know that my sis throws her pubic hair around like you'd throw rice at a wedding... and this was the only way I could fit it in :) heheehee that is all.
Hi Nanet! You said you wanted me to write about you so here it is I hope you like it!
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