Brett James...aka Brettley, Bre-at, Bre, Crash Howdy, Howdy Doody, etc. He's my brother, and for a long time I didn't want to admit it. But he actually evolved into a pretty nice guy. We weren't really enemies to begin with like most brothers and sisters are, but things happened over the years that really put up a wall between us. But those days have passed, the wall has come down, and we're talking sibling to sibling again. Good thing...because these days I've needed his advice at times and needed his support when I'm in doubt, both of which he gives without questioning.

For about a month now he's been living in Appleton with his girlfriend, Sarah, and his friend, Kristen. Crazy how quiet it is around here without him chasing me around the house screaming "BECKY IS MY FRIEND!" Geez Brett, lol.

Lyricalrealist: go to bed
Lyricalrealist: :-)
writngnerd: I just woke up from a 3 hour nap...leave me alone
Lyricalrealist: lol
Lyricalrealist: sorry, I didn't know
Lyricalrealist: I've been home alone all day
Lyricalrealist: it sux
writngnerd: how come?
Lyricalrealist: sarah is at work...krit is gone out of town with her new friend renee
writngnerd: oooo
Lyricalrealist: so I've been here all day by myself...listening to music
writngnerd: I'd love that
Lyricalrealist: its cool for a while...but it gets boring
Lyricalrealist: nothing to do here
writngnerd: I lurve being alone, and starting tomorrow I will be! YEE!
Lyricalrealist: yup
Lyricalrealist: me and mom emailed back and forth all night
writngnerd: she told me, you internet charmer you
Lyricalrealist: ya
Lyricalrealist: lol
writngnerd: but you're not, because you yelled at me
Lyricalrealist: cybercharmer as she put it
Lyricalrealist: I did not...it was a simple suggestion to keep your health up
writngnerd: oh stop...
Lyricalrealist: just worried about ur sleeping habits
Lyricalrealist: we need to keep a healthy becky
writngnerd: lol, it's not the sleep that kills me, it's the school
Lyricalrealist: well...we need to get u ouyt of that school and back in bed
Lyricalrealist: or someything
Lyricalrealist: and I pput y's in the wrong places
Lyricalrealist: and too many p's
Lyricalrealist: I just can't type
writngnerd: yeah really, you grammatical deviant
Lyricalrealist: ya, thats me
writngnerd: I'm hungry
Lyricalrealist: me too
Lyricalrealist: but we have no food
Lyricalrealist: *rummages through kitchen for something edible*
Lyricalrealist: *finds nothing*
writngnerd: lol, I have the generic brand of Golden Grahams
Lyricalrealist: YES!!!
Lyricalrealist: send them here!
Lyricalrealist: those r god-like to me right now
Lyricalrealist: cereal is gourmet in this house
writngnerd: lol, oh my...well...I'm having the last bowl :-D
Lyricalrealist: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
writngnerd: am I going to have to start looking for you on those Childreach commercials?
Lyricalrealist: ya
Lyricalrealist: *lifts up shirt*
Lyricalrealist: see the ribs?
writngnerd: "This is Brett. Send him Golden Grahams"
Lyricalrealist: YES! thats genius!
writngnerd: whatever you do, don't fall victim to Gram's beef hash
Lyricalrealist: ur so smart
Lyricalrealist: i will fall victim to anythinig edible
Lyricalrealist: or that appears to be edible
Lyricalrealist: or appears to be 3D
Lyricalrealist: or that I can see
Lyricalrealist: or anything I can just get my grubby little hands on
writngnerd: *just noticing that there's no furniture surrounding Brett and begins to worry*
Lyricalrealist: :-D
Lyricalrealist: the comp is going next
writngnerd: "This is Brett. Send him Golden Grahams. And a chair"
Lyricalrealist: YAY!!! Even better
Lyricalrealist: can I get a cushion for that chair...or is that too picky for being one of those boney kids on the tv next to sally struthers
writngnerd: it's too picky I'm afraid...plus they'll have to change your name to Miguel in order to evoke some pity
Lyricalrealist: but I wanna be guiermo
writngnerd: guillermo
Lyricalrealist: ya...thats what I meant...I knew it didn't look right when I spelled it
writngnerd: lol, no, you could be Juventud
Lyricalrealist: YA!
Lyricalrealist: JUVI!
writngnerd: yes...juvi...lol
Lyricalrealist: juvi wit a booty
Lyricalrealist: but its a bony botty, cuz I'm ethiopian
writngnerd: *remembers that Sarah and Kristen aren't there...wonders where they really are*
Lyricalrealist: I wouldn't eat them
Lyricalrealist: they haven't been home to eat
writngnerd: *shrug* well you just threatened to eat the computer a few minutes ago...
Lyricalrealist: true
Lyricalrealist: and I would eat them...but they were gone b4 my stomch started to eat me alive
Lyricalrealist: survival of the fittest
Lyricalrealist: I think I'm smarter than my stomach
writngnerd: "This is Hannibal. Send him Golden Grahams. And a chair. And a muzzle"
Lyricalrealist: I'm hannibal now?
writngnerd: Hannibal Juventud
Lyricalrealist: martha guillermo juventud hannibal stewart
Lyricalrealist: :-D
writngnerd: sounds Ethiopian to me
Lyricalrealist: good...and I'm sure sally struthers will be too busy feeding her face to notice me anyway...so I can eat her
Lyricalrealist: I'll be all sneaky like
Lyricalrealist: and eat her...and her food
writngnerd: and then you'll make the Guiness book for Fattest Ethiopian
Lyricalrealist: yup...I'd be over 35lbs
writngnerd: *nods*
Lyricalrealist: yay
Lyricalrealist: but I have to worry about eating right now...cuz sally hasn't come yet
Lyricalrealist: *stomach jumps out and eats him*
writngnerd: *hides the cheese*
Lyricalrealist: *he fights back*
Lyricalrealist: *an epic battle of man vs organ*
writngnerd: =-O
Lyricalrealist: *tames the acidic beast with some old potatos in the fridge*
Lyricalrealist: *stomach growls*
Lyricalrealist: not THAT organ!
Lyricalrealist: stomach!!!
Lyricalrealist: not pee!
Lyricalrealist: *peepee
writngnerd: lol, that's not what I was thinking...but alright
Lyricalrealist: lol
Lyricalrealist: what organ were u thinking about
Lyricalrealist: ?
writngnerd: just the epic battle itself
Lyricalrealist: oh, ok
writngnerd: old potatoes, eh?
Lyricalrealist: well, it was epic...but I win...for now
Lyricalrealist: well, thast the only thing edible in the fridge
writngnerd: *shakes head* poor boy...well...I should really head off to bed now, have to go back to purgatory tomorrow
Lyricalrealist: gets off lazy ass to go make lipton
Lyricalrealist: fun fun
Lyricalrealist: gnite
Lyricalrealist: have fun
Lyricalrealist: :-)
writngnerd: ppft...goodnight

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