black sheep
when the hell did i become the black sheep of the family?

now, I somewhat suspected and joked about it with my family and some friends.

Initially, I got calls from my parents asking me to meet them at a restaurant, to which I'd ask if I should call the other kids. "Oh, yeah, they're already here". is that food your masticating!? I hear you chewing.

Then calls started coming from the siblings. "hey, whatcha doin. do you want to come eat? Oh, yeah, i'm here with mom, dad, sam and sarah. and edwin." damn, edwin. he's not even in the family.

then the calls just stopped coming. I was relegated to calling and finding them out together already, at the movies, at the beach, at dinner or lunch, or most recently, the 3rd Street Promenade, just yesterday. "Who are you with" I asked my sister. Oh, i'm here with the "family". Now, I put quotations around "family" because family isn't family, in the absolute definition without me in it, right? Ergo, it's just family avec quotations. Family sans daniel is "family" in my book.

Well, I should have just accepted the fact that I have become a pariah of my family. ostracized, and casted out; the black sheep.

To have this confirmed by something as public and stalker-ish as facebook is a bludgeoning blow to my sense of self worth and existence. apparently, my twin sis felt compelled to confirm it in her facebook graffiti app which she is strangely addicted to.



Note, i am the black sheep, on the outskirts of the grazing lands.

now, who the fuck is erin? seriously. no, really.

I have no family member named erin, and erin is automatically jettisoned into the family? and edwin, her damn boyfriend? what is this? when one is casted out, one is brought in? it's okay for I shall wear the amazing technicolor dreamcoat.
beyotch.

i hate facebook and the graffiti app.