Earlier today (or would that be yesterday, since it's 12:02 a.m.?), my aunt called me to catch me up on the scam-ola that is our family. See, I technically have two families -- my real family, or the ones who fed me, cleaned my crap and helped me become the person I am today from the time I was two months old; and my biological family, who found me going on six years ago. (Never forget that fact: THEY found ME. It'll be important from here on out.)
I'm sure at some point I'll feel the need to talk about how that all happened and why, of all the biological relatives in my life now (and there are a ton of them), the three who went out of their way to find me -- my brother, sister and mother, aka "BFKAS"-- are the only ones I don't get along with. But now ain't that time. I'm more interested in pondering the tidbit that my sister is allegedly living in a $500K house on a Lake within driving distance of me, which is entirely too close for my liking. See, I know that my brother-in-law makes some good coin in pharmaceutical sales, and I don't begrudge him that. And I'm sure they've bought and are able to afford a lovely house with a pool and all the other shit that you need to clean and maintain when you buy a huge house. But $500K? With two kids and my sister not working? Not buyin' it, and not seeing the point of having to make that shit up.
In other news, cousin Bren is about to pop with her second baby girl (eeeee!).
Oh, whatEVER. 
