so, apparently, i have a brother.how is it, that you can live your whole life being the oldest (and coolest), and then one little phone call later you're demoted to middle child. this sucks. i never wanted to be the middle. i want to be the oldest dammit. i like being the oldest. being the oldest is the only way to go. i mean, i still am in my mom's world but in my dad's...i'm the middle now. the middle. the stupid, stinking middle. i am a slice of bologna. i am bread no more. i like bread. (no offense to all you middle's btw...i like you, really, i just don't want to be one.)
i mean, i know nothing technically changes because we're all adults, and the whole family structure thing kinda dissapates when you're not raised as a family...but still. it's a psychological thing i spose as well as my oldest child pride being attacked.
i always wanted an older brother though. it's nice i get to meet him after the whole childhood thing is done i guess...i really hate being picked on...my little sister did that enough growing up. shut it. she's a brute.
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