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Thursday, February 22, 2007


My sister [the younger one], she's crazy.
She's shit insane.
The things she does to me, you won't even be able to imagine it.

Does your sister grab your ass and lets her hand stay there while you're, say, cooking instant noodles?
Does she try to feel you up?
Does she invite you to bathe with her/watch her bathe?
Does she flash you indecent body parts?
Does she put oranges into your shirt and tell everyone that there are 4 oranges in your shirt?

THAT happens to me, every single day.
The level of invasion of modesty varies daily though, depending on the occasion.

I'M TWISTED, NOT BECAUSE I WAS BORN THIS WAY, OKAY?

I might be pressing charges if this harrassment continues.

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