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Exposure to my mother...

Is never a good thing. But sometimes it is a necessity.

Case in point: today was my aunt's 50th birthday party. So, we went. We were only supposed to be there for three hours. I just got home about twenty-five minutes ago... and it was painful. She got drunk in front of my coworkers (who were invited), and my boss was like "I can't believe that you're related to her!" to which I merely hung my head and agreed. Then, she was dancing with my equally drunk cousin.

It wasn't all bad, though. I saw a lot of my family who I haven't seen in a long time. That's always fun. Not fun is the people who you can't remember and are like 'why don't you remember me!!!'

Plus, my other aunt, the one I haven't talked to in forever, talked to me. She asked if I was ever going to talk to her again. I said maybe. She then stated that I was resentful, to which I replied that I was bitter.

Semantics, you see, are very important.

Mom's still at my aunt's, drunk and dancing (she did the funky chicken, people. The. Funky. Chicken...), but right now I don't care. I just want to sleep.