You see we were in the car, and my sister is quite possibly the worst driver in the world. I think our family dog Jackson drives better than her. She actually changes lanes and then looks over her shoulder, but I digress. Anyway, I was making fun of her wretched driving skills and her in general, when the topic of blogs come up. Me (sweet, genteel, much younger sister) "I think I'm going to start a blog about living at home for the first time in ten years while I prepare to move to the UK." Her (rude, much, much older sister) "Oh, yeah I'm starting a blog too. It's going to be called "I hate my sister." Me "Ha- I already created a blog called "I hate my *much older sister* more." All I can say is moted.
So, yeah. I live at home now in the South Bay of the San Francisco Bay Area. I used to live in my own apartment in Fresno, and frankly I'm not sure which is worse. (wokkka wokka wokka) (Oh, and I like parentheses too...) My blog is named for The Office, (American) and I really do want to live with Dwight on his beet farm. Duh, who wouldn't? It's me and my mom and a really fat dog named Jackson, who used to be my dog but he's lived here for a few years and has totally defected. Disloyal bastard. My *much, much older* sister lives about 10 miles away and spends a lot of time here eating my food and being a pain in the butt. Okay, I'll be serious for a minute- she's actually really fabulous, and my best friend- but don't tell her or she'll get all cocky. So, there it is. Oh, and I'm moving to the UK for grad school in like ten minutes (or 3 months, but it seems short) and I'm totally going to miss Velveeta. And my family. So, I guess this whole living at home-for-now thing is a good idea. Right?