My Friends & Family.
I just realized I’ve had this fantastic Blog for some time and have yet to get you familiar with my life. Afteral, that was what it was designed for. So lets see who is worth mentioning on here:
My Best Friend Ben:
Benjamin has been my best friend since Kindergarden. When we first met on the first day of school, I could tell we’d be best friends forever. That guy spent the first year pretending to avoid me, being creeped out, trying to find anybody else who might try to hang out with. Ultimately he finally gave up once he found out I knew where he lived… two doors down from me!
All our lifes we’ve been on pretty good terms. I’ll go over to his place and play video games, I’ll invite him over to my place and he’ll decline. lol, he always comes up with the best excuses to! The last time he claimed he didn’t want to come over cause he was creeped out by my Mom! He says the last time he was over, she bashed her way into the bathroom when he locked the door! lol, that guy. He doesn’t realize the only hole in his story is that the bathroom has a lock! You can only bypass that thing if you have the key, which went missing years ago!
My Mom:
My Mom is the most important thing in my life. She has always been there for me. For example, during my first school pagent when she forgot to show up, she bought me this really cool movie she always wanted! She gets a bad rap from some people just because she has a weakness for kicking back with a good drink and a good song. To those who say things like “Your Mom is a slob” or “She drinks two bottles of whine a day and passes out for days at a time, blacking out, with her memory almost always gone, can barely remember who her son’s are, and is never really there,” I say, Kyle, she is your Mom to and damn it you need to respect her and stuff!
Kyle: My Brother.
My Brother is a bit of a pain. He is two years younger than me and thinks he is a huge bigshot because he figured out how to bypass Netnanny. Well let me leave you with this thought:
what is more cooler? Being able to beat him in Super Smash Bros on every turn with my rapidly tuned joystick hand, or him being up all hours of the night fixated on that computer monitor?
My Dad:
Left when I was in Grade 2. Mom said he ran away to join the Circus, however a recent postcard he sent from Cuba has raised my suspisions.