My mother moved to Alaska to get away from the giant family, then ended up marrying an Irish guy with another giant family, and now she's back to talking to her giant family all the time and getting on my case whenever I forget a cousin's birthday and I'm all OKAY SERIOUSLY, I DO NOT REMEMBER HALF OF THESE PEOPLE'S NAMES. YOU MAY HAVE BEEN FIRST BORN, BUT YOU WAITED A HELL OF A LOT LONGER TO HAVE CHILDREN THAN MOST OF YOUR SIBLINGS BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO BUSY GETTING HIGH AND WORKING ON THE PIPELINE. Add to that that she raised me to be antisocial for the first few years of life, and I'm all FAMILY, WHAT IS THIS whenever they get a hold of me.
Not to say I dislike my family- it's a pretty cool and crazy family, but still. God.
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Date: 2011-03-17 10:15 pm (UTC)Not to say I dislike my family- it's a pretty cool and crazy family, but still. God.
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