reasons why being an aunt is rad...

Nubbinstein: so which one is it...my niece or my nephew?
IanN Angel: what?
IanN Angel: who is this
Nubbinstein: is this Ian or Angelique?
Nubbinstein: your aunt Dawn in Ohio
Nubbinstein: 8-)
Nubbinstein: you know, the weird one with piercings and stuff
IanN Angel: oh its angelique hi how are you
Nubbinstein: lol I am well, sweetie. How are you?
IanN Angel: yeah your[sic] cool
Nubbinstein: aww!:-)

So, my niece is THE most bad-ass quarter-midget driver in the Bay Area. She beat everyone's ass for the past five years or so, but something happened at the last race, which she blasted everyone away in. Something about the weight of her car, like .00000000000000000000000000000009 lbs too heavy or some such dung. She lost because of it, however, my older brother, being the resourceful one, wrote up a beautiful article about her, and her winning spirit despite the *loss* she suffered; it was printed the following week in the local paper in Pacifica. I guess it wrecked her pretty badly, being it was all she wanted at the time.

Now she's sixteen, too tall (5'5") and too heavy to drive in any of the races. Something tells me I will see her in the Indie 500 or something even better later on in life. Hell, if things had kept going the way they were, I might be a drag racer now instead of a music major!

Yes, I like cars. Get over it.
~8P

Later...

IanN Angel: it was good talking to u and i miss you you should visit cali again
...
IanN Angel: bye auntie
Nubbinstein: tee!hee!
Nubbinstein: nighty-night

yeah, I dig kids.
totally dood.

(no subject)

the word for the beginning of day should, in fact, be called "mourning."
As in, sleep.

*sigh*