I'm at a hotel's breakfast area because it has wi-fi, and there's a girl having an embarrassingly personal phone argument on the spiral-shaped metal staircase outside. She keeps threatening to hang up on whoever she is talking to and ending their friendship. I hope they hurry up and decide what they're going to do, because there are a lot of ( Read more... )

My sister is continuing the trend of punishing me for our fights by using the baby. She says I am no longer allowed to touch my nephew. I doubt this will last long, because sooner or later she'll have an English paper she'll need me to help her with or a party she needs me to drive her to or some other favor that my parents won't do for her, but I' ( Read more... )

My sister and I had a huge fight that turned physical, and now she's moved out with her boyfriend. I think I give up. I think this is it for us. Neither of us can keep our temper, and we just can't understand each other. She can't and won't understand me, and she seems to have decided she can lecture me and treat me like a doormat. I spent ( Read more... )

After some re-tooling, I have finally taken a picture of the necklace and bracelet set I made for my mother.


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Another day, another particularly enraging brush with my father's inherent and suffocating racism. I came back from work today to stumble in on an argument between my baby sister and my father over whether or not he'd ever been trying to choose her friends for her. His argument was this: no, he was just trying to get her to hang out with more ( Read more... )

Dearest father, you do not get to lecture my mom about Puerto Rican culture. She IS Puerto Rican. She knows more about Puerto Rican culture than you ever will. Shut the fuck up.

-Stop my inability to be angry when it's against someone I care about.
-Stop being unable to stop loving someone.
-Stop feeling everything so intensely.
-Stop carrying around my anger, depression, and any other negative emotion I have. (And I have a lot)
-Stop being unable to forgive someone.
-Stop being unable to talk about something when it matters.

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I'm very picky about who I show my writing to. It's an interesting sort of pickiness, really: I've got no problem showing my writing to complete strangers and people on the internet, because there are no emotional repercussions to doing so. I'm fine showing my comedy works to about anyone, because I don't reveal any depth of personality or emotion ( Read more... )

Damn it, I don't want to haul myself out to Bumfuck, Pennsylvania to go see my grandparents. (There is a rule. All relatives on the mainland must live in bumfuck. They can't live in suburbia anywhere near entertainment, but must cluster themselves in the most godawful pockets of dullsville possible. This is Code 58 of the Relative Handbook: Theory ( Read more... )