gayballs

I'm at my parents' house in miami, FLORIDA.
I'm... here.
I leave for Seattle tomorrow. I love seattle. I do. but I miss my friends and my family. And leaving them again will be hard. With the exception of seeing Beth in Victoria, I don't really... have anyone in Seattle.
It's funny, though, because I wouldn't want to stay here either. Not with all the bullshit.
For example



Last night of the cruise, friday night, my brother got wasted. WASTED.
And violent. And he ruined things. And he kicked his family out of his cabin and proceded to destroy it.
He's an asshole and an addict and has managed to replace crack with a million long-island iced teas. And he's frighteningly large. And way into tae-kwon do.
He's amazingly violent, too.
Way to take a shit on my parents, bro. The people who invited you on the most lush, decadent trip of your life and invited your whiney kids and loud wife too. My mom just wanted us all to be together.
That was pretty awesome how all the children in the family had to be ushered into my mom's cabin because it was the furthest from you. How you got naked and kicked and screamed and sent my other sister-in-law into a fear and stress induced asthma attack. On a cruise. On their only break from life.
I'm sad that they decided not to call security on you. I wish you could have spent the last night of the cruise in a cell, while your family slept peacefully.



Anyway, hi.
I'm doubling up on my anti-depressants when I get back to seattle. Or maybe just changing them entirely. I'm in a bad place.
Also, I'll be looking into ADD medication. Because I cant concentrate. Because I'm going to lose my job. And then when I lose my job I'll be back in Miami.