Now, for all this whishy-washy and tall-tale-telling, this could all be a fabrication, for all I know. My parents could have conjured this all from nil to make me feel not so bad about my peculiar traits. But I highly doubt that. I like to think of it as an authentic account of my ambivalent birth.

In spite of the fact that it involves a dirty witch practically kissing me.

Es thinks it's funny. I tried to murder her. Oops - she's a spirit, can’t be killed.

(Least I tried, though.)

Boy, writing this is fun.