The juggling, it drives me mad.
Anyhow! My 13-year-old brother Daniel is "in charge"of Gabriel today (under the umbrella of my mother's supervision).
Last night I stayed over at my parents' house, to avoid an hour and a half of roundtrip commuting this morning.
Last night at my parents' house, I was taking pictures of Daniel, to demonstrate the fact that he's impossible to photograph.
(I'm not really sure how that came about, but it's a well understood phenomenon, and I was just driving it home. With pictures!)
He doesn't just look bad. He looks like there's something wrong with him.
I didn't upload all of the pictures I took, because he literally begged me not to post the worst ones, and I'm obliging.
There are pictures worse than this and I'm not posting them
Just so you know.
|Eyes OPEN, Daniel.|
|No, no. OPEN.|
|That's maybe too open.|
|You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?|
I thought I wanted to make fun of Daniel, but let's make fun of me instead, k?
Because WHAT THE FRACKETY FRICK?
At 27 years old (shut up, I can still say that for the next two weeks okay?), I think I should resemble a 13 year old boy slightly....less.
Than I do.
That shiny ruffled shirt is the only thing standing between me and my alter-ego as an early adolescent boy.
|Oh. Oh I see.|