Madonna was being played loudly from the iPod Dock, as I was doing my weekly workout in my bedroom. Doing some impressive streches, that impressed me, then doing fourty ab crunches on the floor. You need to do at least one work out per week, well if you're not really lazy at the moment. I really didn't feel like going to the Gym, and I really don't like going by myself. After finishing, I took a remarkable steamy shower to get rid of the sweat. A couple hours later, I decided to call Eva on the phone, I wanted to see what she was up to.
"No, get into this pose! Sis, this picture looks ugly!" She yelled at her sister, even though she was on the phone with me.
I love listening to her argue with her younger sister, it's priceless.
"Yeah, she's a bit too young to try to look like a stripper." I informed Eva, as she chuckled a bit at the comment.
"No, not that pose! I swear to God, she's trying to act sexy, which is not working. She's getting this from her little friends, I saw their pictures. I mean seriously, they have their hands spread out on the wall, they look like they just got arrested!"
I quickly bursted out laughing on the phone with her, she was laughing her ass off too. After a few minutes of fixing her sister's pictures, then deleting the terrible ones, I reminded her how amusing it is when she's irritated.
"Maybe we should take some photos of A and bag on her."
"That'd be easy!"
We were just joking around though.
Eva then uploaded the pictures of her sister to her myspace, very irritated that she even yelled at her father.
"It's downstairs dad! So why don't you go tra-la-la down there!" Eva roared to her father as she tried her best not let me get yelled at as well.
All I did was laugh at what was going on. I love my twin.
She then began reviewing the pictures of her sister, deleting most of them. She's brutally honest, which I love.
"I sware, she looks pretty when she acts natural, she looks like a mess when she tries to look pretty."
"It takes a lot of work to make a mess look beautiful."
We ended up laughing to the end of the conversation. Ah, good times.
Friday, November 7, 2008
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