I feel compelled to tell this story for a number of reasons. For one thing, I've never written it down, and writing things out can help make sense of things. Even now, eight years later, I'm still trying to make sense of this. Also, this story explains, both directly and metaphorically, so many things about my identity and (non-chemical) emotional ( Read more... )

As most of you know, I'm not very close, in any meaningful way, to most of my family. My parents and I have a close relationship with an agree-to-disagree/don't-talk-about-it slant, which is less than ideal but seems to suit everyone just fine. When it comes to my extended family, the one relative I consider myself genuinely close to, who I feel ( Read more... )

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So, it's Thanksgiving break, which means I get to spend the week with my very large, very loving, very conservative family. It's Wednesday, I've been here since Saturday, and there've been two fails, so far ( Read more... )

Ok, so, for those of you who aren't familiar with the customs of the Old South, my hometown does this thing called Pageant where all the rich white kids get dressed up and perform all kinds of traditional scenes and dances. Presiding over all of this are the Pageant king and queen who, at the end of the festivities, host a ball. Now, for all that ( Read more... )

So we picked up dinner from Sonic tonight, and I asked my sister (who was driving) to ask whether they had veggie burgers. It's not on the menu, but you never know. There was a momentary silence, then the guy said "Yeah, we do." So I, absolutely ecstatic that someplace besides Burger King carries them, order a veggie burger. The guy asked what I ( Read more... )

( cut for rambly girl angst )

sister: *shouting from the other room* Stop drinking soy milk!
me: What? Why?
sister: Because it makes you infertile!
me: It... what?
sister: It makes you infertile!
me: *thinking* And this is a deterrent how?

This is my life.

Ok, so, a bunch of my sister's friends were at our house last night, and one of her friends told a story about the friend of the brother of a friend, who is a teacher in Chicago. In the teacher's class is a little boy with autism. (This is not a story making fun of people with autism. I would not be telling it if it were.) So the teacher takes the ( Read more... )

Normally, I don't post these, but this one's pretty amusing and gives you an idea of just how much dork is in my interests list.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, ( Read more... )