yesterday can bite me

My brother is still not speaking to me. I'm not sure if it's because he's still supremely sure that I organized this whole move to a place I did not choose that has no room for him (but, if we're being fair, it's far more financially possible than the one I loved) or if he's managed to convince himself I am somehow to blame for his jail stint or him not being bailed out for like, four days. I suppose it doesn't matter except for the teeny tiny little fact that none of this is my fault.


Today the maintenance guy is supposed to appear at the ungodly hour of 9am to fix the kitchen light. But why does the kitchen light need fixing you might ask. Silly, silly people. The upstairs bathroom that isn't mine has been possessed since before we moved in. You might recall that when Mums and I were in here originally taking pictures while the floors dried from their cleaning, the HOA guy popped up and scared the shit out of me because I originally thought he was the plumber coming to fix the toilets. Before we moved in, y'all.

Anyway, it's acted up off and on the entire time we've been here. Thing is, after that first visit from the plumber, all other things were "fixed" by the landlord, usually in a way that didn't really seem to fix much. Fast forward to Sunday when, after a long day of dying my hair, I fell asleep after noon only to be woken by Mums shrieking about a waterfall in the kitchen. If you listen to the plumber, he says the hose inside the toilet tank went insane and started spraying everywhere and that caused the overflow (which then caused the waterfall). Since the waterfall went through the light fixture, things got shorted... or something. Dunno. They're coming to fix it this morning.


Yesterday kinda sucked. It was the boy's birthday (which is why we started with him still not talking to me) and Cass sorta kidnapped me to visit Ari at her new place. At first it was kinda awesome because she seemed far more with it than she had in a very, very long time. Huzzah! Except for the part where she was coloring Spongebob but y'know, I don't know everything about my friends so maybe she had a Spongebob thing before. Or maybe after she picked it up. I couldn't tell you.

We colored for a bit and chatted and it was only sorta awkward because once more, I'm not the person to carry the conversation. She was up and moving about on her own a bit, too, and she wanted to go for a walk but a) I've never been there before and b) she was sweating in the house and it was about 95 degrees outside if it was even that cool so... no. Still, that's a good thing that she wanted out, yes?

Yup, sure. It was all fabulous until she turns to me, ever so serious, and asks where my sister was. I haven't been holding out on anyone, I don't have a sister soooooo... I tried to explain that to her but she was adamant. I asked the name, just to see if I could figure out who she was confusing me with (or if she was trying to ask about Mums and sister was the word that came out?) but I don't know anyone with a sister named Caroline. Well, that she'd know, anyway.


It's a little thing, but it kind of guts you to realize that the person you considered your best friend is still so very, very far away at times. I can't say anything to Cass about it because she's playing the sister card all over the place and heaven forbid you point out that she wins, she does, but she might do well to remember that some of us have known Ari for longer than we haven't known her.

And then, just to end my visit on a lovely jealousy tinged note, Ari's rediscovered facebook. She spent the last ten minutes on Penny's page and when we asked her what she was looking at, she turns to me and says, ever so cheerfully, "Your facebook page."

I...

It's been twelve hours and I still don't have the words, really.


I got nothin'.


Went home after making plans to go out to lunch with Cass and Ari and apparently Matt (not sure if Derrick is too?) and wow, this isn't going to be the most awkward lunch ever is it...

Mom was running the boy home (so why was he driving?) and pretty much made me promise not to make anything because she was making dinner when she got back. Yeah, that took another two hours. I was starving by that point and naturally, the cheesy hashbrown thing Mum picked out looked good, smelled fabulous, tasted one step above cardboard. Even the dog couldn't be lured by the cheese.

So I decided this was the universe telling me that CHOCOLATE. Yeah, no. My caramel goodies were in the bag with a jar of salsa that I'd forgotten I'd opened and it was on its side and it leaked all over my chocolate.

Not even sleep made the day much better, really.


Here's hoping today works out better. Now to find the camera...

I *do* exist!

Some people are super photogenic and like to say, "Oh, I look awful in photos" so you'll feel obligated to tell them what they already know. Some people will warn you and it's not that bad and you'll get to brighten their day.

And then you've got the rest of us who have to take about 157 photos and manage to look high, or like they're about to sneeze, or yawn, or just plain flat faced and it's just... no. But one does not dye one's hair and not have the picture to prove it, yes?
( Pics or it didn't happen, yes? )