Specious Lesbo and the Seahorse She Rode In On...

I'm starting to think that my hanging around this week was probably a bad idea...

I decided to spend my three days off this week here in Dawson's Creek rather than searching out further adventures...mostly due to lack of funds and also realizing that I had lost all focus on my goals...which were what, again? Exactly.

I haven't done much in the past three days, besides warding off insanity (but, that's really a daily task)...on Monday, I biked myself over to the Salvation Army where, low and behold, I ran into my other aunt (as a note, I'm living with one aunt (Para-aunt...I don't know why she gets this name, she seems to be on the side-lines)), but there's another that lives in town...we'll call her Dyna-aunt...she seems to be the one in power around here) and spent a good 30 minutes talking to her in the the threshold of a thrift shop...

I am now squarely in the middle of an ongoing, bitter family argument concerning how my grandparent's estate is being handled...that's one more thing to check off on my list of "stuff I didn't know I should be appreciating before I came up here"...I have ONE sibling...and he's male...thank GOD I do not have four sisters...I am forever excused from these Divine Secrets of Ya-Ya BULLSHITHOOD.

So far, I've heard three sides of the story...one from Dyna-aunt...on from Para-aunt ...and one from my mother....I didn't admit this, but while Dyna-aunt was talking to me in the thrift store, the theme song for Dynasty was going through my head...or maybe that was the theme to The A-Team...or Good Times...I don't know...I was obviously paying attention...so ridiculously dramatic.

So, add this to the fact that my brand new computer has decided to start fucking up on me and that my attention span lasts about as long as a theme song for the average television show...and Para-aunt telling me stories about how my mother used to put on her headphones and stare at her record player in the basement for hours while the rest of the family wondered what exactly she was doing (I shudder when I think about the power of genes....)

...and I'm starting to really wish that QP would've agreed with my wishes to leave me at that campsite in New Hampshire last week....I wasn't kidding...I really wanted to be left there. Not that I think my life is particularly difficult these days, but I'm always on the lookout for a nice, natural place to curl up in a ball and be forgotten...no need to worry, I would be adopted by a mother bear and would suckle at her teat until I reached full maturity.

I guess this is a good transition point for me to talk about my camping trip to the White Mountains of New Hampshire last week...I don't know why it's taking me so long to absorb these trips, but it just seems like when I'm actually doing stuff, I don't want to talk about it...go figure...