9:21 p.m. - 2006-01-09
24 years ago I was alone.
Theres a weird thing that people do, when I bitch and complain about my family it is because they are my mine.
But if you bitch and complain about my family I will tear you down.
If you attack one of mine Ill come at you nashing and baring my teeth.
Its an animal instinct I suppose.
Because for all the craziness and all the instability and chaos my family creates they are in the end mine.
Not yours.
Mostly it involves my sister. Although she is a thousand times tougher than myself sometimes she needs me to step in and be the bad guy.
I dont mind if its for a good cause.
My sister and I did not always get along. There was a time when I was...not so sisterly and she was....well a complete and utter brat a horrible horrible brat. Stories of her temper tantrums will follow her to her grave. She was the devil with blond curls and giant blue eyes.
She turnes 24 in exactly one month.
I can barely believe it. Although I have no memory of my mother being pregnant with her I remember the night she was born. We drove my mom to the hospital, I dont remember my mom being in labour in the car, I remember driving around with my dad(my aunt lived near and she was going to watch me..I didnt like her she called me witchie poo.) I remember saying "We could name her Star or Moon." The next memory I have is a brief one of being at my aunts its so breif I have no real recollection of it. Then home.
Home with an infant...then she got sick..very sick, she was in the hospital for...how long? weeks a month? more? I dont remember. I stayed with a different aunt. I was in kindergarten.
Now suddenly shes 24.
I dont even remember her being born.
She just showed up and that was that.
