You may have to click on the picture to see it well enough, but you will notice that everyone, including people I don't know all that well and who are not related to me in any way or who I haven't talked to in a long time, said something nice and comforting, or, at the very least said "sorry." Even the French girl. Anyway. My uncle's comment: "?" Seriously, what the fuck is that? I refuse to respond to such ridiculous nonsense. I feel like all the pertinent information is right fucking there. My cat is sick/old/something (hence the call to the vet about having her put to sleep). I'm sad about it, but I have to go to class anyway, bleary-eyed from crying and emotionally spent. What about that is so confusing?
It's classic, really. Bloody hell. Thanks, bio-fam, for consistently not getting it. Makes me appreciate my soul-family, chosen-family, tribe, whatever word you like to use for the people you love most and choose to surround yourself with.
I find it funny. It's just like the gay penguin incident. You should totally reread the blog of it because it is brilliant and I am really awesome.
Sometimes, like last night when one of Andrea's lesbians-- that bitch has more lesbian friends than I do-- Kim, was over for dinner, and we were talking about a crazy borderline girl who she used to date (and who gave another girl two black eyes), and Andrea and I are offering such sage wise advice, and Kim says, "You guys are so awesome, I feel so much better now," I almost feel like I know what I'm talking about. And I feel like Emily and Krystal and Mom would be so proud of me for having ovarios and being a genius.
And I am so proud of little sis, too, for being such a badass strong person, and for reading The Gift of Fear and understanding and internalizing it and incoroporating it into her life. She knows where it's at.
The moral of this story is: family=blerg, true family=more wonderful than words can express, gay penguins=adorable.
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