halladolwen's diaryCurrent - Archives - Profile - E-mail - Book - Notes - Links - Design - Host We are family My brothers and my sisters and me : 9:41 p.m. : October 26, 2003 |
| Dear Diary, I love my family. Ok, screw the dear diary thing. All you people out there who read my diary, I love my family. I love my dad, I love my little sister, I love my stepmom, I love my stepsister, I love my grandparents, I love every freaking member of my family no matter how annoying or rude they are or how undecipherably they speak or how many times they pat my butt and treat me like I'm still learning to walk and trotting around in Pampers. Because they are my family. We share blood. I never realized how much it meant to me to have people around me who actually share the same set of DNA that I have. It's a scary thought, that I came outof two people. That I am so unalterably tied to these people so many of whom I would probably hate if they were not my relatives. But as they say, you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your relatives. But I figure I have pretty great ones. 16 days and counting. By the way, disco and rap "music" are two things I do not understand at all. And, to top it all off, I got turned on to NaNoWriMo. Mreheh. I can feel my fingers starting to tingle. This stuff here is mine, unless otherwise stated. That's why it has my name on it. Thank you. |