katy

i love my cousin katy. she is my best friend and the other half of my soul. one time our souls hung out while we were sleeping in different parts of the country. one time we were gonna kill ourselves together while we were boiling broccoli. things have changed since then, for one i no longer believe we would have talked to our families on john edwards (katy still does). we have had some good times, mostly bad times, but thats not our fault.

we are family. its hard to have a sense of family when your parents like to date a new person every ten minutes and hate each other more than hitler hated jews (but christopher columbus was way worse than hitler). its also hard when you worry about your siblings/cousins lives on a regular basis. its also fuckin hard when people die. my point is, im glad to have katy in my life because otherwise i would probably run away and never want anything to do with my family, except my sister. and shes the only member of my family who knows almost everything about me.

one time we got into some hookers car in florida and she drove us around to gas stations and then she drove in the wrong lane. we have an uncle who used to be a professional bowler, he gave me tons of cigarettes and then told on me. he gave another family member some oxycontin and then told on her. we have an aunt who ran away because shes a lesbian. she eats a cereal bowl full of pills every morning and lives with her partner and two cats in minnesota. and these are just the extended family members.

theres also this lady who used to live upstairs who thought she was fuckin nostradamus and claims to have predicted plain crashes and train accidents. she also thinks she used to be a maiden in king arthurs court.

ok... if i kept up with the people we have interacted with together, i would go on forever. just wait for the book to come out.