a story of a boy.

this is a story of a boy.
a boy who grew up in switzerland.
a boy who was born on september 13th.
a boy who goes against the world.
a boy who is gay.
a boy who does not care what you think of it.
a boy who has creative powers.
a boy who loves lamas and owls.
a boy who will tell you his opinion.
a boy who isnt scared of what he can do.
a boy who isnt afraid to love.
a boy who knows just what you are thinking.
a boy who will not judge you.
a boy named soren jensen.


so this is a story of a boy.
a boy that i love like a brother.
but that.
coincidentally.
ended up being my cousin.
and best friend.

sunday sunday sunday.

3:10pm.

Kari comes over for our usual movie sunday.

(Anastasia)

3:45pm

i fall asleep watching anastasia.

4:25pm

Kari runs home for family dinner.

and boyds birthday bash.

7:30pm

soren arrives at my house.

7:40pm

Kari arrives once again.

things start to get weird.

8:00pm

things go off the deep end.

soren cant control his urges.

so it gets smelly.

kari gets slap happy.

whats new.

which makes me slap happy.

which makes her even more slap happy.

which makes me even more slap happy.

...

you get the picture.

8:10pm

soren discovers the space under the vent.

never seen someone so curious&interested in something so...boring?

we call tj and tell him to come over.

8:20pm

we go upstairs.

the dogs attack us.

soren finds the dust blower.

not a good thing.

soren attacks kari with it.

we think she pees.

but thankfully.

this time she didnt.

8:40pm

tj arrives as hungry as can be.

kari serves him ALL the food in my house.

and doesnt leave any.

(FAST FORWARD)

11:45pm

kari is still over.

(i wont let her leave)

still slap happy.

has happy hands now.

we are tired.

so naturally we find everything funny.

EVERYTHING.

we have taken multiple pictures on iphoto.

which i probably will not remember half of them in the morning.

we are just on one.

and still goin strong.

nights like these are what best friends are for.