Apparently I am more interesting then I originally thought. More and more people are reading my blog, actually interested in what I have to say. However, don't think for one moment that idea will change my writing. I am cynical, and I am frustrated with the world around me.

I know what everyone is thinking -- where have you been the past couple of days? I went home to connecticut to visit my family and see old friends.  I would like to also remind everyone that I am involved in a very commited, long-distance relationship, which for some reason has turned my family into a group of hateful and consciously rude but pathetic individuals. For instance, as much as I love my aunt and step-uncle, the only good thing to come out of their recent marriage was the birth of their first child. Unfortunately, with my uncle's love for alcohol and my aunt's negative self-esteem, that kid will know nothing but hate and loneliness. I digress until a later date about that one however, and would like to re-direct my efforts into speaking about the idea of concepts.

I spent Saturday night with my aunt and her horrific husband, whose comments consisted of telling me that I was pregnant when I absolutely without a doubt am not. Trust me, I would be more than willing to take a photograph of my tampon for everyone to see, but I'm sure that an image of that sort would violate some sort of law. Anyways, the comment kept coming up, you have to be pregnant - or - we think that you're pregnant. Let me answer this for what I hope is the final time, I am NOT pregnant. I wear baggy sweatshirts during the middle of the winter for two reason, a) I would rather not freeze out there; b) most people have put on a little bit of weight during the holiday season and would rather not show it off by wearing tight shirts.

Besides, even if I was pregnant, why should it matter to them. That's my thought on that. They should just back off and let me do what I need to do for myself.

I know that this entry has been short, and I apologize, but I'm overtired (I'm starting to think that I'm an insomniac) -- I need some fucking sleep is what I'm saying.