“I’m getting recognised because my face is behind a group of words in the subway. So, um, people recognise me and I carry a little sign with those words in front of my face so that they have, like, a reference point.”—Jesse on getting recognised (via fuckyeahjesseeisenberg)
Simply put here for the enjoyment of my family, friends, and strangers who witness his extravagance. He says the most ridiculous things and does the most ridiculous things. He walks around sometimes smacking his own butt. He makes up songs that make no sense. He just spent 5 minutes running around my house yelling, “MOMMA SITA!” Last night he made me baby-sit a little plastic man who was sleeping in play tree house.
HE IS THE MOST AWESOME 5 YEAR OLD TO EXIST. EVER.
The only problem is I am pretty sure that kids in elementary school are going to think that he has 4 heads. He is awfully bad at socializing with anyone who he has never met before, or who is under the age of 15.
I don’t think he will give a rat’s ass though.
Haters gonna hate.
Like at this bad-ass pose:
He did that. ALL BY HIMSELF.
The only child his age who understands him is Sammy. And I think that’s because half the time he hasn’t got a fucking clue what my brother is saying. This is Sammy:
Here they are together:
A single glitter of hope.
Whatever this is rambling post about how I have a cool brother and you don’t.
Erica Albright is a bitch. For the record, she may look like a 34D, but she’s getting all kinds of help from our friends at Victoria’s Secret. She’s a 34B, as in barely anything there. False advertising.
The truth is she has a nice face. I need to think of something to help me take my mind off her. Easy enough, except I need an idea.