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i still eat grapes for dinner

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Monday, February 7, 2011 Photobucket
hmmm

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on thursday night i went shopping with my brother, just the two of us. it was only slightly awkward, during the times when he was being weirdly nice. for two nights i slept next to him on the bed and it turned out to be hilarious. just now we went home and it was just the two of us again, but there was not a moment of silence as we talked about leeches, diving, caves, more diving, jelly fishes, sharks, smoking, then about his girlfriend's face when she found out that he still smokes.

when i was 10-16 people would tell me that sooner or later it wouldn't be so awkward between my brother and me, and that we would become closer as we get older, and then eventually become best buds.

i now feel horribly old.




picture because he works at starbucks.