Dearest buttsauce brother,
Like they say, can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. I must say, you're a crazy child, but you're intelligent nonetheless. You can always make me laugh, even though you have no idea how bad I'm feeling inside. We talk about everything, and I love how you say "This is gonna be awkward", but I say just go for it. And I appreciate you standing up for me when it comes to Mom and Dad. Then again, you get on my nerves just as much. Sometimes you can be such a complete asshole. Seriously. But I love you nonetheless. I'm glad we've gotten closer since the olden days, because now we can talk about it all, and feel free to always come to me for advice with your girls, you frickn pimp. I'm sure that's what they call you nowadays. You're a cool cat, but you need to learn how to control your anger sometimes. It hurts. Physically, lmao, you've left me bruises. And now, lets go beast on some weenies, yeah?
Love, fatty.
About me
- ooweeitspreet !
- Everything written in this blog is explicit by the way being straight from the mind, transferred through words. I felt that people don't really know the other side of me. I'm not always the usual fun and games, I also get down to business with literature being one of my guilty pleasures. My opinions are blunt. I don't share my point of view too often, if you ask me politely though I'll surely answer you with ease. Truthfully, there's only a handful of people who I can actually sit down with and have a legitimate conversation with. No, not about mama drama junk, but the real life situations. Like, politics or what is up with the "whadupp" kinda stuff. I get down with the get down. I speak my mind. Get at me. Thank You.