thoughts.

Is this some kind of message?

Anyway, it’s Sunday and I am here at my aunt’s again. This time, I’m having a better time. Not everyone is here from before, but my dad is. He brought some Bacardi Mojito Pomegrante (spelled wrong) and they were delicious. Much funner drinking with the family than it was on Friday.

It sounds stupid, but honestly, I’m a family person. I want my close, blood family to be together. I guess that’s kind of selfish though. One of the reasons is so I don’t have to choose. Living all together, we kind of still are choosing… I’m ready to write to Oprah.