So I’m always talking about how I hate the majority of my family, meaning my mom’s brothers and sisters with the expection of my mom’s youngest brother and his wife, who is my favorite aunt. I grew up with her kids who were 9 months older than me and 9 months younger. With our other cousin, who is 11 months older than me, we were always together, spending the night at each other’s house and stuff. Well, the other cousin comes from the aunt who I’ve never liked. She’s big mouthed, annoying, minding everybody in town’s business and she’s hella annoying and the biggest liar known to man.

Well today while my mom and I were at the mall, my aunt (the one I love) called and said that she and my uncle were going up town and to come on by (which is right outside of town) to get our presents. She always buys us something whether we have the money to get them anything or not. My uncle is the one that originally got me into NASCAR when I was in middle and high school. She didn’t want to leave the presents in the garage so we decided to leave to head on out there before they left.

Well, we get in there and she hands me my present and it’s long and I thought it was a mirror maybe… like a Playboy Bunny mirror that’s at the mall that I like and have contemplated getting. So I unwrap it and as I unwrap a corner… I see it.

I see Tony.

It turns out to be a framed collaboration of pictures from Tony Stewart’s first Indy win back in 2005, autographed with a piece of the used car tire from the win. I cried and hugged her. It was the most perfect gift that I had ever gotten. She said she spent so much on me that she got my Mom a $20 gift card. It wasn’t really the amount that she spent on me or anything like that, but her knowing what would get me whether it cost $2 or $20 or $200… she knew me so well that she got the perfect gift. That’s why she’s my favorite aunt, because she knows me. My uncle started calling Tony a cry baby and got out his plaque from when he drove the Richard Petty Experience car back in Feburary in Atlanta and it was funny seeing him in the racing outfit… I hadn’t seen it before.

So coming off of that high, my Mom and I head to Target and I stop by to see if Shannon’s at work and she’s not, so my Mom go looking around to see if she wanted to get something with her gift card that my aunt gave her. So we’re going around and we see this guy…. he looks familar… fatter… and looking rough… and as we pass him, he looks dead at us and I look dead at him and I ask my mom if that was my cousin, the other one I mentioned above, and she’s like yeah. So I’m like huh, he sees us and doesn’t say shit. So we go look at the Christmas stuff and go around to the music and there’s the cousin coming out RIGHT in front of us, looks us both dead in the eye and doesn’t say shit. He was with his little “fianace” who comes from this whorish drunk family in town.

So I’m like, huh, fine, I don’t converse with white trash anyway.

When we come home, the mother of the cousin calls, the one I can’t stand and my mom tells her and says “that must have been the girl he’s going to marry” and she lies… “I don’t know nothing about her or him getting married” but then proceeds to talk about the girl and all of her relatives. I’m like fuck ya’ll… this is why I hate most my family.

Anyway, I still love the one little set of family like my aunt and my uncle and their kids and all. That’s the only real family I have.

Besides that, my Mom gave me $100 to buy whatever I wanted and I bought a  Genna de Rosi purse from JC Penny’s (the one here is maroon but I got a black one), a Playboy bunny overnight bag, and a necklace with a K charm with small diamonds.  I then also got a new computer desk for the living room when we toss out one of the sofa’s and a small shelf for my diecast. It’s going to be my small NASCAR corner of the living room. I’m going to display my thing my aunt got me in the living room by my computer desk.

So that’s been my day, besides feeling completely nautious most of the day…