Lady Gaga x Journey: Don't Stop Just Dance
This is not a reflection on how I feel about my dear sister. Though it very well could have been at this particular age. I used to think that my sister was horrifyingly annoying and borderline evil.
“Leave me ALONE!!”
That phase alone was the bane of my childhood existence. I had no problem with those three worlds, it was just when they were strung together in succession and shrieked with the voice of 1,000 finger nails scratching the chalkboard for all the world (i.e. my parents ) to hear that I wanted to run away into the forest behind our neighborhood and be raised by wolves. I mean after that, who didn’t deserve to be told that they were adopted (b/c she looked nothing like the family, “look at you nose Lindsey”) and that there were murders downstairs ready to kidnap us and take us to Mexico…forever.
I thought she was bananas.
Now she deals with corporate executive’s derivative bonus option packages (totally just made that up, I mean she does it, I just don’t know what it’s called), makes more money the me, has a cool dog, VERY talented husband, and she races triathlons. Who is the smart one now?
You are still adopted. Mom and dad just won’t tell you the truth. I love you regardless.
{Love these guys}
