After a long ride from San Diego to Los Angeles, they met Tristin, my big brother's girlfriend, at a restaurant. Then they kissed me on the head and walked away. They called it "the hand-off."
What's up with that?
|Nooooo... Don't leave me...|
I stayed a few days with Tristin. We take lots of photos together and then she emails them to my mom (cuz my mom is sad when we're apart).
Tristin likes when I stay with her. She misses my brother while he's away in Iraq. So I have to step in and give her the love and support to keep her going til my bro gets home. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I'm just that kind of lovable guy.
|I can't help being so irresistable.|
I love staying at Tristin's house, even though she makes me play "dress up" with her.
|Oh geez, don't show this photo to anyone, okay?|
Until my big brother gets home, I guess 'll have to keep on playing this charade, just to keep Tristin happy.