MY SISTER IS MARIO WHAT IS THIS I DONT EVEN
Yes I was playing with my DSi.
Liz and Aunt Rosemary. Liz is my second cousin. She’s the one making the drunk face.
Papa Bob! He’s my grandma’s second husband (her first husband died in a car accident, hence my strong hate towards drunk driving). He gave Jewel and I Twizzlers. :3
My cousin is emo in appearance only. But the real purpose of this pic was Angel (the cutie in his arms). She’s so sweet!
I’m distantly related to Clint Eastwood. And Alec Baldwin. And John Lithgow. And Noah Webster (y’know, Webster’s Dictionary).
See, our common ancestor was none other than William Bradford (look him up if you dont know who he is).
Aangie’s parents found out about OJ. Her dad just came into iScribble and outright said the following:
“ya oh—this is not Aangie this is her very angry father—I will ask you once and once only—do not contact her again”
It really boils my blood. It really does. I don’t like this one fucking bit. Just because you’re her fucking parent doesn’t mean you can control every fucking thing about her.
This. THIS is what I was sending frantic upset tweets about. I don’t care if Aangie or her dad gets mad at me for making this post, I can’t keep this in anymore. I just can’t. I’m crying my eyes out here when I should be happy. I should be laughing and eating e-cake. I know life isn’t fair but this is too far.
