I have a sister who is my father's child from his first marriage, my father left her and the mother when she was a baby and some time later married my mom and got me - my sister never was an acknowledged part of my family and I've only met her once about 10 years ago. She suddenly contacted me again, and I'm not sure how to handle that. She wanted to know how I am and how old I am, and then the conversation somehow trailed off and I asked her about her children just to not be rude. But I'm not really interested in her or her life - she's twice as old as me and while she knew about me when I was still a child, she never showed any interest in me, so I don't see a reason to suddenly be all family-loving. I am just not sure if it would be an asshole-move to not reply to her messages if she'll only write something like "oh cool" again. For me, the "rule" of texting is that you don't have to reply if the other person doesn't say something that leads to another topic - but I don't know, she's still my sister... And I feel a little bad about my father leaving her but staying with me.
Minced beef tastes almost better raw. Delish <3
I haven't ridden a plane in my whole life. I am 23.
I spent over an hour (maybe even two hours) organizing all of the music and pictures on my computer. I screenshot all of the pictures of my nephew and mom from my sister's instagram and Facebook, transferred them from my phone to the computer, cropped each one so you can't tell it was a screenshot, named each one, and put them in folders based on who's in the picture. It started off as me killing time while my music uploaded to my Google Music account so I could listen to it while I clean, but now I really just want to organize and clean out everything virtual. My email, screenshots that make no sense out of context, documents, everything. But I only have one day off and really need to clean my house.
I don't know, but I've lost my natural ability to pronounce the english "soft th"-sound correctly as I grew up. My tongue somehow changed it's proportions in puberty and over the last few month, and still, I have to retrain pronouncing that without spitting, because it stands in my way of getting an A/1 in english. The bizarre thing is, I start to like the sound of my, now obvious, german accent. Phonetically, the letter "ß" (best described as a "hissing s sound") is a valid substitute for "th" in my opinion, it just makes it so much easier to talk freely.
I'm so ready to move back to florida.... Texas and it's people suck.
It's night. I'm hungry. I can't go to kitchen or I'll wake someone. Shit.
How annoying is it that I cry more easily in the presence of other people but when I'm alone I can't get the tears out when I need to. I don't want people to see me cry.
I'm soon going to marry my fiance, and my parents and parents in law are beginning to ask why they haven't met yet. I always assure them that I'll soon arrange a meeting - I've said so for years. But I never do. Because I'm terribly afraid of having them get to know each other. Or, to be more precise, I'm afraid of my parents in law getting to know my parents. I'm ashamed of my parents. They have horrible few of the world (they're racist and every other -ist you can think of), my dad has absolutely no manners (he sometimes burps or farts right at the dinner table), they are members of the political party that many people in the county including my parents in law hate, they think everyone who's in favour of the government (my parents in law are) is scum, they aren't well educated and don't dress very well. I know this paints a very bad image of my parents, and it's really not like they don't have good traits too, but I'm just afraid that they'll specifically show those bad traits when they meet each other. I've already told them to not talk about politics on several other occasions, they never listened. I just don't want my parents in law to think bad of me when they see my parents. But I am afraid I can't let a whole marriage happen without them ever meeting.
Just spent the last 10 minutes laughing at my clitoris because it really does look like a tiny penis