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Fraternal Relationships In Unstable Orbits

The following is an exchange between myself and my brother that I can't help but share:

It starts with him emailing me:

penguin or panda

which one is better? don't ask why I'm buying a onesie, just roll with it, yo.

-me

And me saying:

penguin, definitely.

why are you buying a onesie, anyway?

His response is:

'cause

I Reply:

no, I’m really curious. What does a theoretically grown man do with a onesie?

and get the following back:

WEAR IT SILLY HEAD!!! D'UH ***** GOSH WHAT ELSE WOULD I DO WITH IT?

But one of my friends bought a really cool dinosaur onesie and me and my roommate and another dude are buying onesies too so we can be cool like him. Really though, its pretty cool. Like, honestly. I really want a onesie.

Once I stopped laughing, which took a while, I decided that my brother is the Terran version of Zaphod Beeblebrox, who rather has that "nervous sort of hyperenergetic way of trying to appear relaxed," some people do.

In other, related news, he apparently came in 3rd place in our school's Hunger Games today. I shall mourn his passing and steal the pillow they apparently awarded him as a prize.
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he is. but I adore him. from a distance. I've seen him all of twice since the semester started - once when my grandma came to visit and once when he borrowed the car - and this is the first he's emailed me as well. But it works.
Pretty much. My brother's dorm is like literally right behind the building where I have all but one of my classes, but I still like never see him. It's only when we're in the same small house for any length of time we have problems.
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