The most fucked-up thing to me about the tsunami disaster? For some reason, don't ask me what, I've always equated tsunamis with hurricanes and ominous, horrifying skies. So I'm watching shots of it last night on Nightline, and everything's sunny and happy and whoa! Holy shit! That's a gi-normous wave! Eating the coast! In the sunshine! That ain't right.
later and everything seems to be all right, and another editor was kind enough to let me include the two stories I worked on yesterday in my woefully pathetic requisition for this pay period so I won't starve. After all, it's a slow time of year. (Digression: Star Jonesreynolds just told Jessica Simpson that her voice is "on point." I'm not sure why I want to stick a fork in my ear more -- because she said "Your voice is ON POINT" or the fact that she's lying and blowing sunshine up Simpson's ass because I can't STAND her mush-mouthed voice. Shudder). The other stuff? Well, lemme tell you a story:
Sunday morning, Greta calls me and leaves a message "Emergency! Emergency! Woopwoopwoop!" and that can never be good. So I call her back, and she tells me that Cousin Nancy's
ex-loser Sid called and asked for her. How does she know it was Sid? Because he identified himself as such. Now, there are many things that I won't tell Crazy Aunt that Nancy's done because, well, Nancy's a kid, and they were kids stuff and no harm, no foul, but when it comes to Sid? I have to draw the line; the guy's got a criminal record a mile long for being only 20 or maybe 21 now, and he makes Nancy cry a lot. So, I became the world's most uncool 34 year-old cousin and told Crazy Aunt, who proceeded to have a nuclear meltdown on Nancy. And I, too, assumed the worst.
Well, it turns out ol' Sid wasn't calling Nancy because they were talking or back together or whatever. He was calling to threaten her. How do we know this? Because Sid, dumbass that he is, asked Nancy's best friend's sister to get Nancy's best friend to beat Nancy's ass because Nancy's best friend is underage and would likely not suffer serious consequences. And just where did he put out this "hit?" In a courtroom while he and the sister were waiting to go before the judge about some shit. (Yeah, the retardedness is astounding.) Anyway, Crazy Aunt is doing what she can to get a restraining order on his stupid ass, but in the meantime, I'm still pretty sure Nancy's pissed because I dropped the dime on her. I mean, yeah, it turned out to be for the greater good, but still. You know? No, I'm not sorry for doing it; I just hate her being mad at me -- hence, why I would never make a good parent, among other myriad reasons.
Meanwhile, I'm still pretty chapped about the whole
Fishnuts Eve fiasco; I told Mother that the next event Cousin the Rich One has, she can get one of them to take her, because I won't. What bothers me so much about it is that for some reason this year, I'm having a hard time feeling like I belong to either family of mine -- bio or real -- and her stupidity came at the height of it. And when you're feeling like a buoy in the middle of vast shit lake, well ... yeah, how's THAT for a simile!?!? But anyway, just feeling really disconnected right now. Oh, and bloated, because my rag is taking its sweet time getting here.
And don't even get me started on
the one guy, because I've just about had it with that mess.
Oh, whatEVER. 
