Yeah, not my asshole brother that can't even get laid in a whorehouse and had the gall to hit on my baby's mom, and that I will kill the next time I see; but my other brother. The cool one, the youngest of us all, and he's actually, technically only my half brother. Well, this hot model has a crush on him, and if he didn't realize it before, I think he realizes it now, because both her and I teamed up and went, "date the hot model!" on his FB wall. I don't know if he will (he'd be stupid not to, though, that's the kind of decision you can make at the drop of a hat, and if you say no, that makes you legally and scientifically fucktarded).
So this girl has a shoot tomorrow. Now this hot model that has a crush on my brother and would like to date him is a bit nervous, so earlier, I FB'd her:
"Just get a lot of rest, beauty sleep and whatnot. Don't get nervous. You got this. Go in there thinking "I'm the hottest supermodel in the world." You will p'wn that camara so hard that 1000 years from now archeologists will not understand our current optical technology."
That is the way people should approach all problems. Head on, apply directly to forehead.
Now I'm going to indulge in a bit of narcissism and say that what I wrote to this girl, whose identity I will not reveal, to protect her privacy, and my brother's, is pure fucking genius. All of those words exist: but nobody before me has ever put them together in that order.
I guess that what I'm trying to say is that those who want something badly enough, make it happen, and those who don't, Make excuses.
I could have chosen to die Sunday; but instead, I decided, FUCK THAT. I ain't going out like that.
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