Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I have two evil little eleven-year-old siblings, and they are ridiculous. Candy and Rocky have changed, and they're still changing. Candy used to be all about baking. She made cookies, pies, cakes, tarts, scones, pastry's, muffins, and everything else. She was so cute! It is so precious when a cute five-year-old girl asks her big eight-year-old brother to try her scone. But now she's obsessed with fashion, and never let's us down with the 'ins' and the 'outs'. Next there's Rocky, the former chef. Rocky had a dream to be a famous chef. Wasn't bad, really. He was always cooking, watching cooking shows, memorizing cookbooks, eating new recipes, or outside on the grill. Few months younger then Candace, Rockefeller became abridged with style too, and the two are never without one another. They're the most judgemental dogs EVER.Now when we're hungry, we have to ask Jamie instead of going to Rocky or Candy's room. The house never smells good anymore, like the scent of fresh baked cookies, or a omelet on the breeze. The two just hover around the mall and talk about things. It's almost scary that one chick can get her ears pieced twelve times with the permission of her guardian, Treasure. Rocky has his done twice. Rita's done hers three, but I think it's gross and I'm never going to get them pieced. Never! I'm just gonna keep wearing jeans, red sweaters, sneakers, and b-ball caps. Anyways, all my red hair would get tangled in the earring. Hope I haven't offended any fashion diva's out there, bye!
Created by (Ricky!) Cassidy :) at 10:55 AM