Did it snow in Malibu?

In two days I'llbe hanging around my aunt's house somewhere in California...

My mom wants me to go with her to visit her brother in North Hollywood, but I really hate strongly dislike the guy. I know it's none of my business, but he's a manwhore, and I hate me who happen to be such assholes with their wives.

Anyways... I don't like my mom's family at all because they're all fucked up and weird.

Like my aunt [my mom's sister], who doesn't have the best looks, flirts with different men so they'll give her money, and she's still sleeping with her youngest daughter's father just because he pays the rent. Even if they don't live together anymore.

My uncle [my mom's little brother] left his girlfriend and his two kids in my house when they got kicked out of their apartment, and he ran away to North Hollywood with my aunt. He fucked several ladies, until one of them got pregnant, then they started living together along with the lady's two daughters [who are pretty cool, by the way]. Now the guy found a younger chick who probably makes an erection last longer, and he totally forgot about his little girl.

For some reason, my mom's family makes me feel unsafe. I think I could get lost in San Francisco by myself, and I wouldn't be afraid of shit happening to me. But I think I would be terrorized if I happen to be left with my aunt.

My family is weird.

I think I stopped believing in the concept of "family" when I was little. Now I can't tell they're a "part of me", because they really aren't. They're just people that I happen to like because I've grown up with them, and we happen to be blood-related, but not because I really love them.

I think everything goes back to 1995 when one of my aunts [my mom's psycho bitch sister], kidnapped my 3 year old cousin [my North Hollywood aunt's daughter]. My mom helped my aunt find her kid, they found her, and we haven't spoke to rest of the family since then. I remember I saw my cousin once when my grandmother died. I didn't feel sorry for my grandma because A) I couldn't remember her, and B) I knew she was mean with my mom. Anyways... my cousin came up to me, and she started fucking with issues that weren't even our issues but ours moms'. I told the bitch to fuck herself with three finger, and get out of my sight before I kicked her ass. My mom made me apologize but I remember I gave her a hug, and I whispered in her ear "fuck you".

My dad's family in the other hand... uhh... they;re a bunch of cowards. They would sit and talk shit about people, and complain because other people talk shit about other people. And they talk about how some family members are doing nothing with their lives, when they're the same.

We stopped talking to them for 6 or 7 years because of some bitch who married my uncle. [the bitch to steals.. if you read my blog, then you know who Im talking about.]. We met again when my dad died back in 2003. I felt sorry for my dad because he stopped seeing his mom and his siblings because of us. Actually.. I feel sorry because I never noticed my dad was THE dad, until he died and I felt something was missing. [I'll stop talking about him right here because I don't want to cry and ruin my makeup].

So yeah... in less than 48 hours, I'll be sleeping in the wooden floor of a californian family, scared for my life, and praying so my mom won't act stupid on new years eve, and we don't crash in the freeway.

Frank Sinatra - The Christmas Song

Happy Holidays!

Karina