For the past weeks, I’ve survived on junk food, carbohydrates, and deep-fried everything. My arteries are cracking from all the saturated fat and my ticker could end up being worse than my left temporal lobe if I keep this up.
It also has strange effects: I started arguing with my father over the US Presidential candidates when I’m normally apathetic about the whole thing.
And that summarizes my political loyalties.
My mother says that raising Sofia reminds her so much of me. I was nearly insulted. There is no way that I could be as diabolical and wicked as this two-year-old baby when I was younger. Poor Jiko… between me and Sofi, he doesn’t stand a chance. It’s funny that in this family, the nicest child just happens to be the unico hijo and the girls are born evil.