First, LOOK AT MA NEW HAAAAAAAIIRRRRR:
We've come a long way from this mess:
For once, I have a hairstyle that doesn't make me look totally demented.
My little brother turned thirteen on Thursday. I helped him set up his Facebook, I was his first friend, and he's already bitching about the idiots, politics, and "PRAY FOR/LIKE THIS IF" pictures (with surprisingly good grammar for a thirteen-year-old
). I have trained him well, later this year I'll introduce him to Complaints. He has a never-ending arsenal of things to complain about (yesterday he was raving about feminazies and it was pretty damn funny
).It's kind of hard, though. He's gone from this cute little toddler than followed me everywhere and worshiped the ground I walked on to an angry cynical teenager that can very easily bench press me.
