My White, Protestant Sister and I

Today is Ash Wednesday. Today is Chineese New Year also. I feel like today is really important to a lot of people, but means nothing to me. Just thought I'd mention that. Anyway...



So last night, I was really pissed of. You know, the kind of, can't sleep at night, stomach churning, can't even remember why I'm so mad kind of pissed of? Yeah, that one. Forgive me for my self indulgence, but I do a lot of my best writing when I'm mad, so I was a little excited that I was all worked up, and I made plans to go to Starbucks, which would make me even more mad because I hate Starbucks, and write something amazing for all of y'all to enjoy. I'm actually kind of happy when I get angry. I don't know how that doesn't contradict itself, but whatever. It works somehow. I forgot that I had to call my sister today to tell her that Sean had agreed to DJ her wedding. So I had to call her. I hadn't talked to her since Christmas. I called her first, so I could be sure to leave lots of time for wallowing in self misery and anguish. She asked me about my internship, and graduation, and if I was worried (I was). I told her about my writings, and about the internship, and my new freinds at church, and all the stories I remember from when we were young. I told her about her wedding DJ. She was so excited, and couldn't wait for her wedding, not really because she was getting married, but because it was another excuse for the family to get together and party. We do know how to party. Nothing excites me (or my sister) more than the entire family being together. But I had to go, so I could write my angry masterpiece. I told my sister that I had work to do.
"Okay, thanks for calling."
"Uh huh."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye."








What was I going to write?







Damn it!


I can't be brilliant when I have a big sister who throws around that phrase "I love you" like everyone gets to hear it all the time.