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[apocalypsos]

If there's anything my family members can be counted on to do at family gatherings, it is that at least three of them will piss me off by being blatantly rude to me to the point where I have to leave the room, the majority of them will engage in an activity I loathe yet have to put up with (this year, it was watching football, which ... meh), one of my younger cousins will remind me why it's a good thing I don't have kids, someone will ask me something about my love life in such a way as to make me feel lonely and depressed, and by the end of the night I'll mostly just want to go hide in my room and write. Apparently, the only difference between now and my teenage years is that instead of my room, I go back to a huge two-bedroom apartment and an antisocial chinchilla.

For the record, the hopeful looks my mom and dad get when I start playing with my two-year-old cousin should come complete with a soundtrack of the seagulls from Finding Nemo saying, "Grandkids?" over and over again.

Also, my cousin would like to inform you that her breasts feel like water balloons. Not that she told me to say that specifically, but considering she told everybody but the mailman that this weekend, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I told it to nine hundred and eighty strangers on the Internet.