Siblings. I have two of them. There is my older sister Christine who is twenty-eight and my younger brothe Alec who is seventeen. People who don't have siblings think one of two things. One, damn I'm lucky to be an only child! And two, I really wish I had a brother or sister. If you think the second thought, rethink it. You'll be sorry that idea ever floated through your head. As I type this blog my brother is in the room behind me playingthe goddamn bass guitar that he plays every waking minute of the day. I ask him to hold off for five minutes but of course he can't do that since he's bass master and a total badass and all. So now as I write there is the most annoying twanging in the background that doesn't quite form anything pleasing to the ears at all. I wish I was born an only child. Out of the few things I really despise, I despise having siblings. I know this sounds cruel, but I mean it. I cannot stand anything about my siblings (even though you see my brother often in my videos and we are laughing and joking). When cameras are off and doors are closed it is a whole different story. They have to bicker and banter and gang up on anyone who stands in their way. They whine and cry and kick and scream. They hit and punch and I can't stand their incompitent illogical ways. I feel the need to explain since they're my siblings. But that is it, siblings. They are nothing more to me. Sister? Brother? No. I feel like I have nothing and nothing and nothing in common with the strangers! Black sheep? That's me. Oh how I wish I were an only child.
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