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Well, I've been advised to make my journal entries more . . . um, dare I say it? FLAMBOYANT. I already feel I blab far too long as it is, but I take Flamboyant as meaning lengthier and bitchier (I think I reached the height of my bitchiness last week).
So, for anyone NOT caught up on my family's drama, I'll tell you why today is going to suck. Well, one! I'm going to a 1 y/o's birthday party. Why do people have them? The kid doesn't know. It's not my sister's first child. It's a means of extorting friends and family for presents which is ok when it is MY birthday but it should be a National holiday (we've discussed this). Straying from the point, speaking of which I need to make my second larger point. TWO! My sister (Britney) was previously engaged to Aaron (guy in the Air Force). Ok, I'll back up again for those who REALLY do not know my family. I have 3 sisters, Bernie, Samantha, and Britney. Bernie is 35 and lives in Hanover Co (Richmond metro) and works for Bank of America she also has two sons (Nicholas [6] and Carson [2]). Samantha is 31, lives in York Co VA, and is a stay at home mother who helps her husband with his business and she has a son and a daughter (Harper [4] and Dalton [1 today]). Britney is my next door neighbor (woo hoo!) and she's 23. We're like fraternal twins. We don't remember not being around each other. AFter the debacle in NY with said ex crazy person, I moved in with her and her fiance Aaron.
An insane series of events led to her calling off the wedding. They took the incorrect phones and Aaron's ex happened to call Aaron's phone which Britney had. Well, this wouldn't be bad but they had JUST bought new phones and new numbers. Britney asks Aaron if he has talked to said-ex at all recently. "No." Well how does the bitch have this number. Which he tries to rationalize as . .. "my grandmother may have given it to her." Someone REALLY needs to learn to lie better. So, now my sister is annoyed and decides to snoop (as do I in such a case, we really are twins). She hacks into his email (god, that's not reminiscent of me AT ALL). LOL Low and behold she finds an email he sent her and one she sent him). Hmmmmmm. The plot thickens. LOL Then she sees a girl from Turkey sent an email to Turkey and it says normal stuff but with "Love X" at the end (she had a fucked up name I can't remember). Hmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! The plot thickened so much you could make jello. Ok? Britney asks Aaron if he hung out with anyone in Turkey while he was deployed there. He says no . . . (by the way, he's stupid). Never lie. Britney then confronts him with the email. Blah blah blah . . . running through the streets of Hampton in my old neighborhood with crying and shouting. Needless to say, I stayed home and watched TV. I've never been one for drama. Well, my sister ends up dating while he goes away to Turkey. Of course she was upfront with him about it because she felt she needed to see what other people had to offer. She quickly broke off the engagement (which I think was uber-courageous of her). Then their relationship fell apart. I bought my condo and she quickly bought the condo next to me.
So today! I'll be in a room, with Britney, Aaron, and Aaron's wife. (blinks) ... (blinks) ... DRAMA. It should almost be interesting. Seeing as how Aaron's wife got knocked up after 3 months of dating. And Aaron's bitchy grandmother will be there who hated Britney for living with Aaron (her baby grandson). Let's keep in mind this vile woman was knocked up and that was the reason SHE got married. And once Britney was out of the picture, her grandson accomplished the same feat. Oh yeah, Aaron is Samantha's Husband's nephew. Now are you really confused? LOL I'm barely able to keep track and I know everyone.
So, today is family drama day. For a ONE year old's birthday which he won't even remember. Why do we subject ourselves to this? I mean really.
I think I'm going to Richmond tonight. (bites nails). Not only do I feel the need to bring my kevlar vest but I get scared meeting people. Not scared, anxious? Ok, scared. That whole, will they think I'm annoying thing or maybe they will think I'm ugly and I just posted really good pictures or any number of things. I think it's a paranoia with me. Then again I cant' count the number of people who don't talk to me anymore after meeting me.
On a happier note, Michael said he loves me again. Even though he lives impossibly far away and we won't be together anytime soon, it's still nice to know that someone out there cares. Ok, my dog is whining to go out! I'll be back later!
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