Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Rare Occasion

Five people in my sis' poor little car was quite interesting

Dad and his back seat driving rather amusing, irritating

Dad driving, doing best to embarrass all, more amusing!

Drinking the night away with family rarely seen, different

Grandma' turning 80, when no one expected her to, warming

Dad pleased not to be the most annoying or embarrassing there

Tee-totaller aunty throwing back a cs cowboy or two, hilarious

We don't choose family, but that's why we choose when to see them!

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