Thursday, April 5th

The Lapdog has been over for a couple of days now for what my aunt calls "support." Basically, she finally talked to my cousin on Tuesday (I couldn't believe it when she told me that) and she believes her now about Sugar Daddy molesting her. Well, that was the last I heard. She was crying hysterically and called The Lapdog, asking him if he could come over for an all-nighter because she was really upset. The thing about The Lapdog that's really sad is that he has the worst character judgement of anyone I've ever met. His last girlfriend was a drug addict who just disappeared one day with a bunch of his money. When he came over and was talking to my aunt, he kept referring to Sugar Daddy as "The Good Captain" (he's a boat captain...obviously). Why in hell would you refer to him with such compassion, when his own girlfriend is telling you that she believes he molested her daughter?? What a fucking retard. "The Good Captain." Pfft.

My aunt kept going back and forth all night about whether or not she believed my cousin, and at one point even suggested that maybe it wasn't Sugar Daddy who did it - maybe she really was molested but is confused about who did it! Riiiight. You just keep on telling yourself that.

My mom called me yesterday morning while I was getting ready for work and left me a voicemail that began with, "What the fuck is up with the answering machine at the house??"

Orly?

The answering machine at my house has always just had the default recording on it from the factory, but apparently my aunt changed it on Tuesday night. My mom says that the recording goes something along the lines of, "I probably didn't answer the phone because I didn't want to talk to you...and if I do decide you're worth talking to, maybe I'll call you back."

No wai!