Katie's Big Stnank

For Fifteen years I've been making the same Stnank. Over and Over again. Over and over AND over again.

Do you know what stnank that was???

Using too many question marks. Just kidding. The real stnank was:

Having brothers. Seriously. All they ever do is make me cry, cry, cry i wanna die, die, die...just tell me why, why, why do they have to be the most horrible stnanks of my life?? 'Twas a stnank to think that I could ever have related to them...oh...their lives our stnanks...our relationship is stnank...

Even I'M a stnank...being their sister...

It's a stnank to blog about such things, for because they will for surely read it, and then stnank themselves all over me...