My family is fucked

Seriously fucked. If this is a family member reading this - you know what I'm talking about.

Fucked.

I'd tell you all, but I'd just get in trouble.

See, the original intent of this blog was twofold:
1. Put some regularity/discipline around my writing.
2. While doing the above, talk about the joys and frustrations of living in a foreign land.

Part of the frustrations of living abroad is dealing with all the crap that still exists at home. But the problem is, in my excitement about getting into the writing groove, I've given this address and/or talked about my blog too much so now I can't well and truly vent.

So no story about my family today and no story about what unbelievably inappropriate thing that happened at work today.

Just know that I'm having difficulty drawing boundaries and that my family is fucked.

Fucked.