WHO INVENTED LITTLE BROTHERS?!

LOLOLOLOLOL

...I mean, GRR!!!

Man, this is weird ...in a funny way. heh

My friend asked me which one it was this time. (I have four younger brothers now— one full, three stepbrothers.)

OTLB (One True Little Brother), of  course!

Kid keeps stealing my stuff!

He's like, "Mm! Your vitamin water tastes awesome! I gotta get me some of these! Or I'll just drink all yours!" (which he does) 

"Ooh, Grampa, try Ashlee's bread. It goes good with her turkey meat!" (MORE thievery, stuff I didn't even know about! ...Okay, I forgot the turkey was mine, but still!)

"Ash, your Yakults are weird. Are they supposed to taste like yogurt?" -___- Yes, but not to you. For they are not yours! OY! heh

Also, I asked him why there's an extra bottle of my body wash in the bathroom. Turns out he jacked (his term) some of mine during a shower and had to had some of his own after that.

-___- He better not start smelling like my shampoo! That shizz is expensive! ...But not really. LOL He already uses all of my lotion. ...That I never use. 

If my bras go missing next, then we're gonna have some issues.

He shaves his legs to show off his tattoo, right? I can just see him now with a pad on his leg all, "Ash, your bandaids are weird. Why are they sticky on the wrong side?"

I bet when I move to Korea, he'll be at a loss for food and toiletries. Does he even know how to change a toilet paper roll? How many friggin times have I had to do it for him now?

What the heck, yo? He always made fun of my stuff, and now he's using it all before I can even get to it.

If my apartment or house ever gets broken into and robbed, I'll be like, "Dammit. Jordan was here!" I won't even think to tell the police. Or, I'll be like, "Ah well! He left the shampoo alone! / At least Jordan didn't eat all my leftovers this time." 

*learns lesson*

*sets up a home security system and sees someone in my home*

"Hello?! 9-1-1?! He's back! ...Oh, false alarm. It's just a burglar. Whew!"

Aww, I remember when my mother was pregnant, and my parents asked me what kind of sibling I wanted. First choice- Big sister! No, that's impossible. Try again. Big brother? Nope, still wrong. Ooh, ooh! Little sister? I want one of those best! Nope, that's not it either. Uh, what else is there? *Mom's hopeful, somewhat embarrassed smile* How about a little brother? Uh, heck no. No thanks. I'm good. Dang it! And now that's times four AND I STILL HAVE NO SISTER! 

...Well, I sorta do. :P Love you Sillies. <3

PS: Was there any other way to watch TV back in the day? No. :') <3