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fearlesstempBecause I'm in a spammy LJ mood, I'll write this up too. But I'll hide it in a cutaway to spare you.
I was wiped out after driving back from seeing the Mets with my family in the city on Sunday, so I decided to spend the night at the homestead. My brother, blessed soul that he is, let me use his computer after a few gentle requests.
Me: Can I go online?
Jimmy: No.
Me: Please?
Jimmy: No.
Me: Come on. Please?
Jimmy: No.
[Continue for five minutes.]
Jimmy: FINE! HERE! Leave me alone.
Me: Thanks Jimmy!
So I went online because I had to "check my school e-mail to see if I had a meeting in the morning" but, of course, ended up on Livejournal and chatting with someone long past the short five minutes I promised I would be. Needless to say, since we've never grown past the ages seven and ten in our relationship with each other, he started yelling and I yelled back, until he reached over and turned off the computer on me and I turned up the heat on him even if I had been the one kinda-sorta in the wrong in the first place.
I was all "Dude! You didn't have to do that! You couldn't let me use your computer for five more minutes? I let you borrow my car for a whole week!" and he was all "Oh, man, you're NEVER gonna let that go, are you?" and I was all "No! No I'm not!" and then there was more yelling, which culminated in him kicking me in the butt as I stalked off into the other room and my necessary retaliation, tossing his stick of Mitchum at him. Somehow it ricocheted off of his shoulder and nailed his venetian blinds, cracking one of them (which makes it sound like I threw the deodorant hard, but I DIDN'T! Really! We were just kidding around! I'm not abusive, really!).
And so he was all "Oh, great! Now Mom's going to flip out on me!" and so he started advancing on me with his intimidating index finger pointing at me (I cannot STAND it when people poke me hard in the upper arm. I just collapse. Were I ever held hostage and tortured for government secrets, all they'd have to do is walk towards me menacingly with an index finger outreached, moving in on my bared upper arm). And so I totally caved, all "Don't hurt me! Just break something of mine! Ok! Then we'll be even!"
I'll take property damage over pain every day.
So Jimmy came into my room and I stood there all "No, not that" and "for the love of God, not the videotapes!" until finally he just picked up a brush and snapped it in two. I did the obligatory anger thing ("Why'd you have to break my BRUSH of all things?"), laying on the guilt a little thick because that's what sisters do, but I wasn't that upset.
I got back from brushing my teeth a few minutes later and my brush remnants were missing! Which was odd, but I chalked it up to my scatterbrained nature and went in to say goodnight to my brother. After all, all sins were forgiven once the score was even.
I walked in and saw him sitting there on the bed bending over something and realized that he was TAPING MY BRUSH BACK TOGETHER! He'd gotten a popsicle stick and some tape and had made this splint-type thing and was using all this tape to hold it together and I went in and hugged him in the most embarrassing way, ruffling his hair and going "Awww, Jiiiiimmmeeeeeeee" in the way I know annoys him the most but I couldn't help it! It was just too cute! He got all mad and slapped me away when I was hugging him, but he did get the brush back in some kind of order and now every time I look at it I'm reminded of how lucky I am to have gotten him as a brother.
I was wiped out after driving back from seeing the Mets with my family in the city on Sunday, so I decided to spend the night at the homestead. My brother, blessed soul that he is, let me use his computer after a few gentle requests.
Me: Can I go online?
Jimmy: No.
Me: Please?
Jimmy: No.
Me: Come on. Please?
Jimmy: No.
[Continue for five minutes.]
Jimmy: FINE! HERE! Leave me alone.
Me: Thanks Jimmy!
So I went online because I had to "check my school e-mail to see if I had a meeting in the morning" but, of course, ended up on Livejournal and chatting with someone long past the short five minutes I promised I would be. Needless to say, since we've never grown past the ages seven and ten in our relationship with each other, he started yelling and I yelled back, until he reached over and turned off the computer on me and I turned up the heat on him even if I had been the one kinda-sorta in the wrong in the first place.
I was all "Dude! You didn't have to do that! You couldn't let me use your computer for five more minutes? I let you borrow my car for a whole week!" and he was all "Oh, man, you're NEVER gonna let that go, are you?" and I was all "No! No I'm not!" and then there was more yelling, which culminated in him kicking me in the butt as I stalked off into the other room and my necessary retaliation, tossing his stick of Mitchum at him. Somehow it ricocheted off of his shoulder and nailed his venetian blinds, cracking one of them (which makes it sound like I threw the deodorant hard, but I DIDN'T! Really! We were just kidding around! I'm not abusive, really!).
And so he was all "Oh, great! Now Mom's going to flip out on me!" and so he started advancing on me with his intimidating index finger pointing at me (I cannot STAND it when people poke me hard in the upper arm. I just collapse. Were I ever held hostage and tortured for government secrets, all they'd have to do is walk towards me menacingly with an index finger outreached, moving in on my bared upper arm). And so I totally caved, all "Don't hurt me! Just break something of mine! Ok! Then we'll be even!"
I'll take property damage over pain every day.
So Jimmy came into my room and I stood there all "No, not that" and "for the love of God, not the videotapes!" until finally he just picked up a brush and snapped it in two. I did the obligatory anger thing ("Why'd you have to break my BRUSH of all things?"), laying on the guilt a little thick because that's what sisters do, but I wasn't that upset.
I got back from brushing my teeth a few minutes later and my brush remnants were missing! Which was odd, but I chalked it up to my scatterbrained nature and went in to say goodnight to my brother. After all, all sins were forgiven once the score was even.
I walked in and saw him sitting there on the bed bending over something and realized that he was TAPING MY BRUSH BACK TOGETHER! He'd gotten a popsicle stick and some tape and had made this splint-type thing and was using all this tape to hold it together and I went in and hugged him in the most embarrassing way, ruffling his hair and going "Awww, Jiiiiimmmeeeeeeee" in the way I know annoys him the most but I couldn't help it! It was just too cute! He got all mad and slapped me away when I was hugging him, but he did get the brush back in some kind of order and now every time I look at it I'm reminded of how lucky I am to have gotten him as a brother.
