Family: Yang

My sister just walked in the door, wearing something unflattering but less inappropriate than the booty shorts/bra combo (seriously one of the most disturbing things I've ever seen) from Monday or the modified slut-tastic wife beater from Tuesday. I've told her I will take her grocery shopping tonight but I would rather catch up on my writing and daydream about boys. Things with family are always complicated and though I'm sure some anthropologist or sociologist can explain the pragmatic and social necessity of a family unit, what I'm finding right now is that I'm living with someone I don't particularly respect and under any other circumstance would probably not know or choose to be around. And yet I love her and have a sense of obligation to her. It's fucking torture.