I was gonna do a real post about that, but then I decided I would just sum up the post to save you a lot of time reading about how terrible my life is. Plus, you probably wouldn't have gotten the hint that way, and then you would just think I'm a dramatic teenager. More dramatic that you know I already am.
Anywho, I guess you could say that I miss the second half of me.
(Yeah, why does everyone think when I say that that I mean a significant other? I don't! I mean my twin! OK?)
I also miss my sister. The one that haven't seen for seven months.
Yeah, the one that I forgot what she looks like,
or what her voice sounds like not on the phone,
or how tall she is, or what her hair looks like, or what color her eyes are, (Brown? No...Green? No...Red?...I think I would have remembered if they were red..)
or what it was like to get an older sibling bossing me around. That really, never happens. Except for when Kristen tells me to move so she can sit next to her newlywed husband,
or her scre-- oh never mind. I still remember what her scream sounds like. From back in the day when Diana would chase her around the house....
Can't wait until they get back.
-michelle
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