Today is my lovely sister Allison's 23rd birthday.
Check my fotolog to see how much I love her because I don't have time to write before i go out dancing with her and don't want to ruin my makeup. . . and i will if I think about how much she means to me and how lost I would be without her.
Allison is the reason I feel bad for every kid who was an only child.

I love you Bunny Ducky.

i love it when i bring OCD boys home and they scrub my pans really well.

thanks, white stripes, for popularizing what i call "the emover"

the family is out of town for the week and i'm all alone.
all alone to fill the bathtub up all the way
and leave my towels and clothes all over the floor in a ball
i've been leaving the door open when i pee.
i'm all alone to sing old jazzy songs really loudly to myself
(and to the cat.)
alone to leave the refrigerator door open because this time,
there IS a movie showing in there.
i've been messing up rooms and leaving my stuff everywhere.
i've been leaving milk out and dishes in the sink.
i've been borrowing my little brother's truck
and parking in the drive-way so no one else can get out.
and generally
rebelling it out.
i skipped school 3 times.

me: how was dinner?
ben: it was good! ally is fun, i enjoyed her company a lot.
me: she's a doll
me: . . . like, an insane doll
me: that comes to life at night and tries to kill you

Mom mom read my blog.

When I get really rich i'm gonna buy my friends the same car. . . Same make, same model, same bright pink color. I'm thinking like, SUVs with no keyless entry or electronic beeping car alarm panic button or anything. No way of telling them apart. I'd keep the titles in my name and offer my friends a free car they aren't allowed to modify physically. No paint jobs, no stickers, nothing unless I say so.
They'll all come over for a party and park in the driveway and all around my house. The next morning they'd all be very confused as to which one was theirs.
I would laugh and laugh, as my car would be different.