there is no specific definition of what it is or what causes it

my father does not get it. he just DOES. NOT. GET. IT. AT. ALL. i'm on the phone with him tonight and he goes so did you get my email? the one about the nurses in the wet shirts? and i instantly scream let it gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. then my aunt starts shouting in the background what, what, what is she doing? what's going on? crazy family.

so i'm on the phone laughing and flipping thru channels and eating a piece of leftover pizza and looking at that weird spot on my toe (what is that? note to self: google toe cancer) while opening my mail when i come across an envelope that contains a picture of the most beautiful twins ever - hands down. (showoffs)

whatever happened to the two-beautiful-people-cant-make-a-pretty-baby rule? then to go and make beautiful twins! (insert: nausea) enough that she's my funniest friend (who just so happens to be a perfect little petite specimen with dimples). she had to go and marry a very handsome, very kind, also humorous straight guy (who's now my most favorite friend-in-law . . . wait, slow down. well, not more favorite than my ken doll, but a very close 2nd) .

(disgusting)

disgusting, right? told you. i'm not even gonna torture you by showing the other beautiful clone. freakin' flukes of nature.