Why am I starting a blog? Cause I think I'm the only person who doesn't have one. And I like to talk about myself, and I wanna see my life in blog form, so here goes....
November 15, 1979. 11:37 am. I was born, and I looked Asian. True story. I looked like a little Asian baby. I don't remember much about my early days, but I have been told some things. The day my parents brought me home from the hospital, my dad got mad at my mom, and when we got home, he locked she and I outside. A newborn and a woman who had just given birth, locked outside in November, in Ohio, for more than an hour. Nice guy.
Some of my personal memories from when I was little....I remember locking myself in the bathroom when I was about 3. There was a lot of yelling. My dad used a butter knife to get me out. I remember that I loved watching "The A-Team", but I hated the episodes with the chick in them. I remember a lot of yelling and fighting. I remember taking tissues to my mom, because my dad was screaming at her, and she was crying. I once watched him choke her til she passed out, and then kick her in the stomach and face until she woke up. He never, however, hit me. Strange.
I used to see skeletons when I was little. Like, on the walls, or in cars, or in my bed. Like, weird glowy skeletons. Not sure why. I stopped seeing them when my parents divorced, so I think it may have something to do with that. Also, I loved peas. This also stopped after they divorced, and to this day, just the sight of them makes me throw up in my mouth a little.
Oh, and when I was about 2, I stuck a pair of metal tweezers in an electric socket. My mom heard me scream, then the power in our entire building went out. I melted them. Metal tweezers, melted in an electric socket. Perhaps this is why I am semi-retarded.
Anyway, enough for today. Love yous!
