so anyway I'm (insert clever alias.) ok, ok, im kidding will call me eee. so to tell this story right we'll need to go back like a good 12 years. so there i am a three year-old, doing random three year old shiz. like standing in my crib watching a disney movie; or following my dad around cuz he was the coolest ducking person in the world at the time. (and still is) but enough of me and my adorable three-year old self doing adorable three year-old shiz.
we lived in the suburbs and it was nice just me, my mom, and my dad. I was living the dream. they seemed to think so too; so they were like "oh wow look at our awesome life. and our awesome three year-old. hey! lets make a another baby." great idea, right? (now you'd think i would say wrong like in most cases; but i hate to say it. it was kinda genius.) so nine months later, BOOM! baby sister. lets call her...abby...yes... and yall when i set eyes on the little writhing demon i fell in love. (NOT in a creepy way!!! get your minds out of the gutter!) I knew i was be the best/worst person in her life. i would follow her around like a windows update and be twice as annoying.
ANYWAY,
YOU ARE READING
a story of my life i guess
Acakok, so number one. why are you reading this? your not me, but i guess i'm writing this on a public platform so...
