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When I wrote about the problem I was having with Kay, my goal was not to portray her as some sort of villain, though that’s what I did. It’s very easy when I have this outlet to get support, and I know that. I know that if I write “Kay is a bad person because of __________________”, I know a bunch of people are probably going to tell me I’m right. And that’s exactly why I write about that here, because I know I’m not going to get that from anyone else in my life - with the exception of my parents (and I’m trying to avoid them for now until I work through this thing with my sister) and Scott.

It frustrates me to no end that Kay gets away with the things she gets away with, and that no one ever tells her she’s in the wrong. After a HUGE blow-up she had a couple of months ago, after we kissed and made up, I asked DMX “What the fuck? How come you just sit there and let her tear into me like that?”

His response? “I have to live with her.”

Ugh.

OK, I was going to be all angsty some more, but “It’s Not Unusual” just came on my iPod, and I’m not in such a shitty mood right now. Bless you and your medicinal powers, Tom Jones!

I’ll get back to her later.

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Today, a co-worker and I were discussing the ramifications of the “Working Mother” magazine that Celestia received here at the office. As we were talking, I think the co-worker came up with the most brilliant - and most probable - answer to the magazine.

She’s pretending.

See, Celestia’s husband comes from an Italian/Armenian family, and they seem very family-oriented, so I’m sure they’re ready for them to start a family, and I’m pretty sure the husband is family-minded, too. But she’s out of her mind, and obsessed with her body being completely perfect. No matter what time of year it is, she’s always talking about wanting to get ten pounds off. She’s been working on those ten pounds for the last ten years. I don’t understand, because her body really is perfect, but she’s nuts, and in her wacko mind, it will never be right. For example, a couple of weeks ago, Baskin Robbins had a $.31 scoop night, so the receptionist downstairs sent us an email asking if we wanted to go down for some ice cream (it’s a no brainer what my answer was), and Celestia’s answer was “Thanks, I’d love to, but I’m trying to get these last ten pounds off so I’ll look good in a bikini!” That whore could GAIN ten pounds and she’d still look good in a bikini. But as I said - she’s out of her mind.

So why would she go and do something like getting knocked up, when that’s going to make her a) fat, and b) have stretch marks all over her stomach, making bikini wear more difficult? I don’t think she’ll do it. But I think she’ll let that poor idiot of a husband think she’s trying to get pregnant, and then when he’s not looking, she pops that birth control pill.

She’s way too self-absorbed to get pregnant.

Although, now I’m remembering she told the flu shot nurse back in October that she wasn’t getting one because she was trying to get pregnant. Why would she lie to a nurse, who has nothing to do with anything? Hmmm. Her craziness has confounded me.

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I’m glad the weekend is here, though I’m going to a barbecue at Kay’s tomorrow, and I have to tell you, I’ve never felt so unwanted at anything in my whole life. The only reason I agreed to go was to see RAM, and to see her face when she talks to me, because Kay can say she’s not mad in emails all she wants, but she keeps forgetting I’ve known her for twenty years, and I know all of her tricks and all her tells. Plus we’ll be drinking, so that has a lot of REALLY SMART AND LOGICAL POSSIBILITIES.

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Oh, god. My mother just called me AT WORK to tell me that my sister went to a Galaxy game last week and saw Tom and Katie and they were “seven inches away” from her. I hope the scientology taint didn’t get on her.

Wait. Maybe I do.