Okay, so I was walking to the comic book store, to say to my guys and give 'em some candy, when someone clamps a hand on my shoulder. I prepare to hit him with whatever I could, aka my hands, when i whirled around and saw who it was.
My brother, Twon.
I admit it: I cried, and i'm not ashamed. He's my hero, and he was BACK.
He said he was working, so off I went. When I got to the comic book store, I was there all of five minutes before HE walked in after me, saying he had chased me up the street.
So I got to hang out with my brother for part of the day. He showed me where he worked, an antique shop. I even met his boss, J.
He even gave me a cd!!
ain't it neat??
AND . . . he's coming over later to trick-or-treat (sad . . . he's 21 and still does that . . . not knocking it of course - who'd say no to free candy?).
i am . . . . . . sssssssssssssssoooooooooooooooooooooooo happy!!!!!!
~Jink, who's super duper spectacularly happy . . . and somehow got Silly Putty in her hair . . . DX
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