Monday, March 12th

My uncle smoothed things over with my cousin yesterday and managed to get her to take down that bulletin from MySpace. Sugar Daddy was at my house visiting my aunt because it was his birthday, and I found out from him that he was literally ready to empty his bank account and flee to Nicaragua. He's a boat captain, and he was worried that the Coast Guard was gonna come after him since she posted his name on the internet. I'm trying to decide whether or not that seems like something that an innocent man would do. Flee the country, I mean. Anyways, all he wanted for his birthday was for my uncle to talk my cousin into removing that bulletin, which she did.

After Sugar Daddy left, my uncle kept going on and on about, "Well at least we got her to take the stuff off the internet. That's all that matters right now. Today is a good day. Nobody's going to fight today. The fact that -my cousin's name- removed that stuff makes today so good that nobody is going to ruin it."

This, naturally, was immediately followed by my uncle bitching about something petty...then cutting himself short and announcing, "No, no...I forgot...today's a good day. No bitching. I'll stop." This cycle repeated itself every 20-30 minutes all day long. It was more annoying than any recent 'normal' day. Though, we all know that there aren't very many of those at my house.

My aunt got into an argument over the weekend with The Lapdog because he told her that he's concerned for her sanity. The thing about The Lapdog is that he does whatever my aunt says, but he's the first person to tell her when she's wrong or being unreasonable. On Friday night, for example, when she started screaming at me, he defended me and told her, "That wasn't necessary!!"...which resulted in another fight between them.

I was compared to a clam by a friend of mine yesterday. Yeah, he said that I have this hard outer shell, but I'm actually soft on the inside...and that as soon as somebody starts to get close to me, I close myself up and won't let them near me anymore. This is a pretty true analogy. The way I look at it...if that clam stays open when other people or things get close to it, they might kick sand into of it...and that poor clam will have to sit there and work on getting rid of all that sand. Why bother, right? I guess that when people tell me that they're concerned about me I should come up with a different response than "I'm fine" because nobody seems to be buying it.