i am a lone wolf

everybody meet my little sister.

no, not that one. she won't hurt you unless you somehow manage to hypnotize her with a white and black ball or some sort of illuminated controller.

i'm talking about the bitch who is silently sizing you up while she changes her shoes so that it matches her belt buckle.

yes. that one. don't look too long. she's a crazy.

and she's just like me. so much that it's getting to be slightly more disgusting every single day. and today, i'm afraid, cannot be topped (at least not until tomorrow).

today i have learned that her current assisted suicide victim (some might say boyfriend) appearantly is a clone of my one ex my mother claims i will marry. this makes me shudder.

similarities:
-only boy we have ever dated that is younger than us (although hers is MUCH younger)
-fixes our house computers
-blonde shaggy hair
-has that bad boy vibe (mmm, come back to me mr. wight)
-obsessed with music
-has a rediculous amount of respect for women
-our mother likes him
-our family doesn't intimidate him
-hasn't learned not to mess with Ross girls

on a happier note (since nobody is that excited about having another SmartPineapple in the world), i have found my father's song: "Lone Wolf" by The Eels. actually, it reminds me of my mother more, and how she always calls my father "Lone Wolf T.J." when he pouts. the thought makes me laugh. and then he gets exactly what he wants. tough woman, my mother is. almost as big of a pushover as my father.