It’s interesting when the mini you starts looking like the grown-up you you’ll eventually become. It definitely happens. There’s a distinct point in your baby-photo album when that blob actually starts to be recognizable as you.
When I first saw this picture, my immediate reaction was, “What?! Is that what I really look like?” Cause that’s certainly my sister’s today face right next to me.
My following thought went something along the lines of, “Jesus, then I must be a cherub-cheeked half-Asian elfin.”
But mad props to my moms for the cool outfits. Go 80s.
My sister got engaged!!! Best part, after my future brother proposed they had to Google what hand the ring is supposed to go on! I love them so much it hurts.
Got this in the mail from my sister the other day — no accompanying note enclosed, proving, once again, that a picture is worth a thousand words, and that some times, the fewer the words, the deeper the meaning.
My big sister has a unique ability to mismatch words together so that what comes out is something like, “It enlighted me,” instead of, “It enlightened me.” You still understand what she said, it’s just a bit funky.
A favorite of mine is when she told me one of her friends was “a kid in the heart.”
Today, I realized this may be a genetically inherited trait. I told a girlfriend that a text someone sent me was “self-defecating.”
“You mean self-deprecating?” she said.
I agreed with her and quickly corrected myself, laughing sheepishly. But like my sister, I now find myself preferring the mistake over the proper form; to describe something as shitting on itself is like adding the word “fucking” before any adjective. It gives it that extra whomp you need to really drive the point home.
I think theme songs are important.
This is my latest: Love is a Four Letter Word by the Gossip
L is for leaving.
O is for on time.
V is for the voices warning me I’ll lose my mind.
E is for the ending, the unhappy ending of the four letter word.
My sister picked it out for me. I do four letter word her.
