Danielle Dobson is wonderful.

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Danielle is awesome. She's the best sister one could ever ask for. Yes, she may think that she's a gangster and listen to gangsta rap all the time. And she may have all these tattoos like shes some kind of Bad-A (and we all know she's not). Oh and sometimes she says random things that don't make any sense in which she doesn't know she's saying. For example: saying "bread and butter" over and over without realizing it (craaaazy). And she has absolutely no filtering system when she speaks. So she says ridiculous things all the time to all the wrong people. Like telling fat people that they're getting huge, joking around about something committing suicide to a woman who's husband had recently committed suicide...the list goes on. But we have our touching sister/sister moments. Like when she was younger she would sit next to me and watch me play the piano for hours. Sometimes I would drive us around when we were hungry until we could find a church with cars in the parking lot. If there were people there, there was food...like weddings and such. She always straightens my hair for me when needed. Tries to help me with hairstyle suggestions, and cute outfits and shoes. We talk about boys and "s" all the time. And everytime she's being stupid about a boy who's treating her like poop, which isn't rare, I'm always there to tell her about how stupid she is being. And don't even get us started with 'The Sims' and 'Yoshis Island' or our DS game consoles. We're probably the best at those games...ever. Way better than Michael. We're the best of friends. Ever. BFF's. I would like to end this blog with a poem... She's about this high She's taller than I Sometimes she helps me tie my shoes. She's my sister. And she plays with me And I hope that she Is glad that I'm her sister too. She's about this high She's smaller than I Somtimes I help her tie her shoes. She's my sister. And she plays with me And I hope that she Is glad that I'm her sister too.