Sometimes I say things in my head that I think are funny and I want to write them down. Sometimes I use writing as a way to process my thoughts, which are murky and ungraceful. Mostly this is a self-gratifying interweb experiment that started in 2003 and I keep it up simply because I want to see how it all ends. In some ways, this is better than a photo. I grew up in this blog from 2003 to today.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
I'm just saying, that's all, I'm just saying......
It's ironic that it was the Head Start teacher of my younger foster brother that said something that led to my foster mom not adopting us, considering my twin and I had been in the public school system for much longer and displaying equally disturbing adjustment and behavior problems for twice as long as our blonde little John-John. Could it be......don't wanna be crying wolf you know....that because me and mine were not white no one cared? I'm just saying......just in case you don't know me and haven't inferred...my foster mom was a "bad bad lady who did bad bad things" to us. I could probably make it into a fairy tale, the story of my adoption.....
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