cyclopentene
why do I always end up being the quasi comic relief in my family? oh yeah, I'm the nonconfrontational one who won't say anything as to not offend anyone. but someone always ends up all miffed at me anyway. what in the name of muffins did I do to deserve this? their whole little skirmish had *nothing* to do with me besides the fact that I dislike the guy and he made me cry a few times. oh well, no big deal. no reason to get mad at me. oh wait I forgot. my mother got mad at me because I didn't tell her my sister called me. so what if she and the llama were/are/whatever fighting. thanks doris for not getting mad at me for not giving you the grand tour of my relationship with linda. sha. right. well that's one way to spend a tuesday night... listening to my very dysfunctional family battle it out with my occasional off topic add-ins. I swear, if it wasn't for the whole little 'we have the same blood' thing, I really wouldn't belong here. but oh well, what can you do? eh. that's life, but why am I always the weird one? nothing better than walking into a room and getting the 'oh no its the crazy girl' look. sha, and here I thought they loved me. maybe they do. they just show it differently. yeah. by not doing it at all. I think I finally gots it. shoot me, I'm dumb.