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Kurt Onstad

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No one online to talk to right now... [Oct. 12th, 2000|02:40 pm]
Kurt Onstad
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[Current Music |Eve 6 - "Here's to the Night"]

*Sigh* I have time to talk with my friends, and they're all in away mode, or not online. Well, then, I might as well fill in more of my history for all of you.

Let's see. We've heard about my most recent "date" and my last relationship. So, let's move away from women for a while, and talk about family...

I come from a fairly small family. Two parents, a sister, and myself. There's an extended family, with grandmothers (both grandfathers died before I really had any chance to know them), a couple of aunts and uncles, and about half a dozen cousins, but they all live two states away (I live in Southern California, they live in the Seatlle / Tacoma area), so they're not really a big part of my life.

In fact, my immediate family isn't that big part of my life. My parents raised me to be an independent person, and they did their job a little too well. My family and I are as different as night and day, and neither one of us cares to disguise that fact. When I try to tell my mom and dad about something in my life that's going on that I care about, unless it has to do with 1) work, 2) school, or 3) women, they're not interested. And they'll tell me that. I've literally had my mom tell me, "I really don't care about that." in the middle of a story about something that obviously was exciting to me at the time. And now they wonder why I don't keep them up to date on what's happening with me...

My sister and I get along pretty well when we talk, but that's really not very often. She's definitely been a big help in covering up the whole "suspended license" thing with the parental units, for which I thank her immensely. But, other than our genetic heritage, and the fact that we both work for the same parent company (although in different divisions), we don't have a lot in common, either.

So, I choose my family. My roommates, and their fathers are my closest family, although I'm not related to them at all, by blood or marriage (although, I performed the marriage ceremony for my roommates, so I like saying "I married my roommates.") And I have a few other friends that I consider to be part of my chosen family. So, I get along with my family very well, thank you very much. Just not those people who happen to share my DNA...

Kurt Onstad
Good luck drawing the family tree, though...
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