I miss the parentals..they are pretty much the most stellar pair of polar opposites to grace any hemisphere.
They, much like the sibs, have grown to be my pals. Whether Joe calls me, pretending that I called him first, or Paulette calls me 50 times, back to back, just to make sure that I'm drinking water and doing well in school....they brighten my days...
PS....low key...I always feel so touched when people come up to the mother and tell her how beautiful she is and how gorgeous her hair is. it's disturbing when they proceed to run their hands through her head (even more disturbing that she lets them)... but I always get some sense of satisfaction when that happens. (you know, they say we look alike :) twins, even..lol)
Quite honestly, I just want to be drunk with my parents and brother and sister on our deck. I'd give my mom vodka. Ryan...tequila. Sharie...BROWN..definately brown. And Joe...I'd actually just hit him with a fat blunt. lol. And we would have an awesome time. My mother is hilarious...the vodka would only heighten her wonderful-ness. Sharie's tough ass could surely soften up with the brown. (she'd cry and tell us all how much she loved us within 5 minutes or so) Joe... chiller to the core....intensified.. lol.
I miss my family.. We're an awesome group of folks...and the plural of our last name shits on everyone else's. We're the AMI. A freaking group of freaking delicious people who are grammatically correct the AMI... are you serious?? AWESOME!
Dad- the coolest... definately. He's the speaker for the family at large.. and lucky me... I always get a shoutout at family functions.... Little joker looks like a small Asian fella when I stand next to him. I like to call him Ming Shao.
Mommy- Fucking ruler and creator of my heart and soul. That woman could quite possibly have all of the billions that I'm going to make and spend it all on $1 gadgets... she freaking loves those.
BRUDDER- Another little tike. I would kill for his figure... lol. Nah, just the chest. Ok... on second thought, this is just sounding ridiculous. My ride or die...we kill carcinogen intake in parking lots.
Jay, the sister- What a jerk... but in a good way. Such the southern oxymoron. Mean, but not really.. But yea... mean. But only kinda. Thank Jesus for turning 21... I wouldve never known the joy of having a sister to party with that doesn't drink... a life long designated driver is a gift.... from the Black Market...
ugh... so lame.. but I miss mi familia.
PS...baked ziti from mama BStar was the perfect end to a perfect night....if only my mother cooked....
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