Whine, bitch, whine some more

So, I had a great weekend visiting Austin. I'm really unconcerned with WW right now, though I have every intention of getting back on the wagon this week after the funeral I will be attending Wednesday.

I confronted my mom tonight about the things she says. It's a conversation we've had before, and I wasn't rude to her AT ALL. I just told her that I understand why she makes comments about our weight but that it's very discouraging and it hurts our feelings. She tried interrupting me and I stopped her and told her to let me finish (and she laughed at that), and I tried to make her understand that the negative comments are the ones people remember. One negative comment can completely wash out the five positive comments that came before, you know? I reminded her of the time she said, "Yes, you're very pretty, there's only one problem," and at that point I think she started to cry a little. She said I was pretty and told me how she was looking through photo albums the other day and admiring me. Then I started feeling bad. And then she started saying stuff like, "Oh, you girls have just had a rough life haven't you? You're just so abused." She was being silly and I said, "Nobody is saying you abused us. I'm just saying you hurt our feelings and it makes us feel worthless." She said, "Well enough of this. I'm going to go watch the Olympics."

Now, an hour and a half later, I'm feeling guilty and feeling like I should apologize even though I was NOT in any way rude or hateful in my presentation of the topic.

Whatever. And Brian pisses me the fuck off. I called him because I wanted to talk to someone about it, and my sister wasn't answering, but he was getting high, so he was useless. And he's still lying to me about this girlfriend of his. I can't even talk to him anymore. I let him go because he was so high he wasn't holding up his end of the conversation and he was like, "I'll call you tomorrow night" and I said, "Do it before you get high." He also said something about how he's really not wanting a girlfriend right now and that he just wants to concentrate on getting promoted and I mentioned he wouldn't be getting promoted when he got called in for a random drug test.

And now my brother wants to move back in. He'll probably be here later tonight. I don't mind helping him out and he really wasn't much of a bother other than the funky smell he brought along with him, but at the same time I like living alone. It's fine. I'll have a little more cash in my pocket because of it.