I now remember why I'm glad I'm not close to my family.
They don't know me, and they'll never understand me.
And since I don't care about their opinions, I don't have to explain myself.
My aunt came over and was like: "Ooh, Khloe, did you just get up?!"
I had on my winter hat (or THEE hat, considering it's with me everywhere I go, and I feel uncomfortable if it's not on my head.) some plaid shorts and a purple tee. Ashy as hell, too. ^_^ NO, I DID NOT JUST GET UP. THIS IS ME. :)
& Then she asked me what the fuck I was listening to.
Twas Santogold.
You dig, yes?
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I don't really know the fatherside of my family but to my understanding most of them are drunks and bums
And on my other side
I just can't relate/hang to/with any of my cousins[except for like 5 out of a shitload]
And I have to go to a family reunion today
*sigh*
Ryan says, "Khloe has the best blog ever".
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