The Way it Is
Everything is predetermined. There's nothing you can do but accept it.
My loving sister wants my bike for Christmas. My bike! Granted, I do have two bikes, but I got them at a garage sale for really cheap and they have gone through a lot with me. One of them is a mountain bike and one is a street bike. I am not giving one to her so she can bike to the mall or go around blasting Lady Gaga. Oh wait! Maybe if I give her 100-200 songs from my Itunes, like she requested, she won’t blast Lady Gaga! Oh little sisters, I can’t stand you! Like your own goddamn stuff, not mine.
