best friends posing with our best poochies (a pet reference, not an anatomical one).

she lives on the east coast now alongside her firstmate, so our times together are precious. she came home for the holidays and we got to spend the day together!

the highlight of the night was a fantastically shared conversation @ peet’s. over pots of a winter solstice blend and earl grey with bergamot, the topic of dysfunctional families came about.

something that, i believe, we all know too well about.

the over-protective/inattentive father(-figure).
the menopausal/inexpressive mother(-figure).
the stubborn/narrow-minded sibling/cousin(s).
the spoiled and absolutely adored pet(s).
if you can add to the list, please do so.

and what on earth would we be without these people? under the same roof, each fucking day we are driven crazy with their unreasonably deranged antics. i know i imagine at least twice a day what my life would be like away from them. but then i reconnect to reality that my life would actually be hurled to shit without them.

they are a constant reminder that humanity isn’t perfect. the ideal 1950s nuclear family is a fucking sham.

i don’t give a shit that my dad thinks i lie all the time. i don’t give a shit that my mom doesn’t trust me to drive on the freeway. i don’t give a shit that my sisters think i’m a prude.

we are constantly yelling obscene things to each other and we kick each others’ asses!

fucking stressful.
and i honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.