tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492066502163630862011-04-21T18:21:57.344-07:00So, I have a big family. I have a morally ambiguous dad, a mom with questionable sanity, a dog that pretty much runs the house, and a brother who is just... there. I also have a bio-family consisting of my super cute uncle, my pretty good looking ex politition dad, control freak grandma and a pyro mom living in a trail. I used to try to be normal, but now... What's the use?Claire Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15834418546079192977noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849206650216363086.post-30804446051865417922007-10-12T08:11:00.000-07:002007-10-12T08:18:21.527-07:00As I've said, there have been so many issues in my life lately. I've been dragged away from Texas, I still don't have my old toe, my stalker/boyfriend and my dad have more of a history than I want to think about, and today, I totally dropped my cell phone!<br /><br />It was awful. I was in the bathroom looking at the fancy California sinks and my phone slipped out of my pocket. It hit the nasty floor so hard something must have broken inside. I can make calls, but the screen is all white. Now I can't look at pictures, text, make videos or listen to music. I can only call people if I have their numbers memorized. what kind of phone is that? So useless... And I just know Daddy won't buy me a new one because I just got my car stolen as well. He'll probably set me up with one of those old clunky ones.<br /><br />I NEED my pink phone. I need to call bio-dad to ask for news on Peter. I need it text West in class. Why can't phones heal like people... Or me at least?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849206650216363086-3080444605186541792?l=clairegrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Claire Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15834418546079192977noreply@blogger.com7