The start. Period.

So as you can see it's just the beginning. Period. Nothiing. Nada. Zero. Zip. Of a day that could have been amazing except for that retarded little tattle tale that I call my brother. Twins you see. Started in Cali but then for some reason he just wanted to follow me to New York. Like he follows me every where.

So here's how it went. Got ice cream in the park and went for a walk. Tripped on a log that someone just accidently left in the middle of the trail and splatted my cone on a guys expensive looking suit.

"Omigosh I'm SO sorry here let me help you!" Tried to wipe the dripping cream off his pocket.
"It's ok I got it," took the napkins from my hand.
"Are you sure? I'm so sorry I feel so bad... etc." by now I was babbling.
"It's ok I don't mind being splattered by ice cream as long as it's chocolate and the splatter is as pretty as you are," did he just call the random stranger who threw ice cream on his coat pretty?
"Are you ok? I saw you fall too," now I was staring at the guy.
"Oh... umm... yeah... Im fine just a little um... dust" God how dumbstruck am I? I started wiping the dirt off me.
"Yo sis did you use the ole 'Oh my deary I just spilled ice cream on you how clumsy of me lets go get another one while your coat gets dry cleaned' one again?" my douche of a brother appears out of no where. He just lives to annoy me.
"No! What! That wasn't a trick to get guys where did you get that anyways?" I practically scream. Bad move Graci.
"Whatever have fun gold digger" He walks away with a bird on his hand. If you know what I mean.
"I'm not a gold digger and yes I probably would enjoy an icecream with you but that wasn't my first intentions at all!" I say looking at the confusion at his face when the lovely clumsy girl who spilled ice cream on him turned into a monster.
"Ok... I believe you... but I'm just gonna... go"

Sigh. That's my story for today. All interactions with men are kind of lost when I always have my brother in tow. Sigh. Again. Period. Beginnings in my life never have happy endings. Not to crush your dreams believe in it all you want. My life has had enough hope without happiness.

Hey....

Hi all and welcome. Pretty much I'm a writer who's book wouldn't get published. So I decide if publishers won't take my story... maybe the internet will. Maybe, which means probably no one will even give a damn. That's ok though... in fact I'm more than happy. I'm frickin exberant. I know that you can't really hear sarcasm when your reading but take a hint sometimes will ya?

Not to be mean.

So this is my story/diary/blog.