Um. Okay?
So my sister called at 2am this morning to tell me "I may be a winner!", or rather she fires off that I have legal mail regarding a possible inheritance or settlement in West Virginia as a document's envelope reads that awaits me at my folks house. Which prompts her to think that our paternal Grandfather (a mean, cantankerous son of a bitch who worked hard to earn our family's scorn and with all the good he did in life he looks better dead) left me as an heir. Strange because while my paternal extended family stems from West Virginia, my Grandfather up until his croaking about 2-3 years ago had been a Phoenix resident. I mean, the reaper's been busy as within the last month three people fairly close to me dropped dead, but I don't KNOW anyone in West Virginia.
Then C-ko tried to drop a bomb on me and confess that she doesn't care for the wife. Caitlin and Candyce mix like oil and water, but most of that stems from Caitlin being a factually crazy person and Candyce not will to put up with bullshit. She claims that my parents hate her, but I've talked with my parents at great length on the matter and the parents say otherwise. She claims my friends never see me because of her and that I'm a hermit, which is strange because I don't hide from anyone and all my friends SEEM to see that I'm much easier to find when they factor in that I'm probably at work... all the time. I gets me some overtime as much as possible.
Ultimately, I can't be bothered to care what kind of person Caitlin would approve of because I don't scout goth clubs or rehab clinics for women. She certainly never cared for who I approved of in her life because when her friends sought me out for conversation or help she would cut them off from her life and make death threats. It would explain her choice in boy-toys though because... damn. Yikes. It's frequently like train accidents walking upright. Her choices have been so spectacularly bad that it almost defies imagination and that she would offer counsel on a "bad relationship" is comedy at its finest.
More on my financial future at a later date.
Then C-ko tried to drop a bomb on me and confess that she doesn't care for the wife. Caitlin and Candyce mix like oil and water, but most of that stems from Caitlin being a factually crazy person and Candyce not will to put up with bullshit. She claims that my parents hate her, but I've talked with my parents at great length on the matter and the parents say otherwise. She claims my friends never see me because of her and that I'm a hermit, which is strange because I don't hide from anyone and all my friends SEEM to see that I'm much easier to find when they factor in that I'm probably at work... all the time. I gets me some overtime as much as possible.
Ultimately, I can't be bothered to care what kind of person Caitlin would approve of because I don't scout goth clubs or rehab clinics for women. She certainly never cared for who I approved of in her life because when her friends sought me out for conversation or help she would cut them off from her life and make death threats. It would explain her choice in boy-toys though because... damn. Yikes. It's frequently like train accidents walking upright. Her choices have been so spectacularly bad that it almost defies imagination and that she would offer counsel on a "bad relationship" is comedy at its finest.
More on my financial future at a later date.