La cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point numéro deux


	December 21, 2005

"Stable Song" - Death Cab for Cutie

I have issues with saying the l-word when it pertains to my sister.

It's strange because using the l-word has never been particularly hard for me. For example: I l-o-v-e pretzels (even though in all reality I think they're the antichrist and should be excommunicated from the Church). And I l-o-v-e Angelina Jolie (even though I think she's a hippy slut who adopts little kids from foreign places to get on the good graces of drug lords). I l-o-v-e my parents (at least I do now that I don't have to be in direct contact with them for two thirds of the year). But I suppose I don't l-o-v-e my sister.

In fact, I feel like I'm about to choke on my own esophagus whenever I'm about to say it. Let's demonstrate:

I l-*COUGHCHOKEDIE* my sister.

It's not that she's a terrible kid or because she's got a huge wart the size of a baseball on her forehead. In fact, most of my friends use the c-word to describe her (cute not cunt, mind you). She can be sweet and thoughtful when she needs to be, and, I guess in many ways, she's as normal as the rest of her babbling peers.

So, after much thought, I've finally concluded that I can't l-o-v-e my sister because she's a captialist. Please note that capitalist here means 'greedy bourgeois pig who would sell his or her own parents to the labor camps to get an extra quarter or two' and not 'the stupid masses of Americans who are so enthralled with business propaganda that they don't even notice the throngs of slave labors suffering under their feet.'

The second definition could also be shortened to 'Bush-supporters.'

In any case, my sister is, without doubt, spoiled.

My greatest regret for her is that she did not grow up suffering through the aftermath of the Cultural Revolution on a farm without medical care or plumbing. Every year, I beg my parents to temporarily lend her out to an agricultural district in some distant corner of Tibet. There, not only would she realize the value of money and hardwork, but also increase the number of blood cells her body produces from the high altitude.

It'll be like killing two birds with one stone.

Now, I wouldn't say that I h-a-t-e my sister. I suppose on some innate level, I really do l-o-v-e her.

Which is why I'm currently signing the papers for her to be deported from the country and sent into the labor camps of fascist China.

Because you only hurt the people that you love.

And, it'll only be for three years.


	lettres d'amour

goodness. sisters are complicating huh. i will never know man.


	vanessa

I hate my sister yet I love my sister. Contradicting. However, it would be nice if my sister has decided to travel to somewhere else and perhaps, I might miss her. Well, I am not so sure actually. lol

Cherry

oh gosh i don't have a sister, and sometimes i think i'd prefer one to a brother ha. But my brother is very self centered at times, so sending him off would be a blessing in some cases... but then on the other hand i do l-o-v-e him so.
ITS ALL ONE BIG CIRCLE :)

Kerrie

Why do your parents want you to be a doctor when you're clearly destined to be the next Oscar Wilde?

Sorry about your sister. I once went to a private school with kids who much richer than I, and they were so spoiled, and had no idea just how lucky they had it. I wish I could've sent them off to China.

Arielle

Haha, do you know how much I enjoy reading your blogs? ;DDD It's like reading a vignette each time. Sisters can be such a pain at times, I wish I could send my sister off somewhere for three years. That would be the greatest.

Melissa


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