To A Certain Snot-Nosed Bitch Cousin of Mine:

Family is NOT a group one is born into. Rather, I believe we create our own families by surrounding ourselves with those with whom we choose to spend time. Often, this includes at least some of the grouping we were born into. I, for one, am grateful for the time I don't have to spend with a select few of my relations. I know I am poor, and I might not be able to afford, say, a great christening gift for the child of those genetic relations that neglected to invite me to her baptism. And I know I am mentally ill, and not always the most fashionable company. But I also know that these things don't matter to REAL family. My nonna, sadly, started the family tradition of excluding me, and any other family members she deemed unworthy, be they children or adults. So I expect nothing less from my bitchy cousins. This blog entry is just my formal way of saying "vafanculo" to my father's snotty relations. I hereby cut all ties with that side of the family. Good riddance!