Oh Come On, Honey, I Know You Have Time For A Quickie

I was having a three-in-the-morning cereal craving, nothing unusual, so I got out of bed and proceeded to walk downstairs. But I heard noise from the television, and I hate carrying out my cravings in front of insomniacs watching "E!".

I then realized with glee that the insomniac in question was my "Grandfather"- playing a war game with my "Cousin Alex's" X-box, at three in the morning.

So I smiled my silly smile and did my silly dance and went on the computer to look at other blogs that have been "recently updated". And I randomly found this little treasure:

you left me standing here

Her name is Yuki and she is a 15-year-old Canadian, but she's brilliant. I read everything she wrote. If you are looking for someone who has the ONLY right opinions regarding films (besides me, of course. Why do you think I like her so much?) than this is a MUST SEE BLOG.

Anyway, as I started to write this, the insomniac who I had previously assumed was my "Grandfather", came upstairs to go to bed, revealing himself to be my other "Cousin Alesio" who is staying with us for a month and a half.

And then he came over to see what I was writing (which I hate), then he stood there pointlessly behind me as I minimized the screen and told him that I was looking for agents, then he said "well, goodnight" and put his hand on the top of my head and shook it around (which I loathe).

I hate when people touch my hair because I'm always paranoid that they're going to think its greasy. I hate it especially when "Cousin Alesio" touches my hair, because he knows that we are allegedly "cousins" and yet he won't stop hitting on me...little perv.