hey it's the middle of the night, let's have a few random thoughts.

Sometimes I like to pretend that when Alex is babbling; that he is really doing an impression of Rowley Birkin QC from the Fast Show.

I am having fleeting thoughts about having bangs again but I really dislike growing them out and all of that irritation. I don't really want to cut my hair because damn it still looks good. It just needs a little oomph or shape or something. Or I could just wash it. *snorts*

Peyton Place for beginners.

I received an email today from my half-sister. Woah Gennie has a half-sister you say? Well I do. She is my Father's daughter from his....second marriage. (He is good at getting married and getting divorced) I haven't heard from her in about three or four years. Anyways, she heard from the late Mr. Gibson (this is how my family refers to my Father) that I had gotten married and had a kid.
This is difficult to explain to some people but that irritates me that he knows. Because I can just picture the douche telling people in that proud ass-like tone of his, "Yes I am a Grandfather..." and making all sorts of untrue claims about my kid. His skank wife will do the same. But then this is the story of my Father's life. He will take grand credit for someone else's achievements. My siblings and I would do something as a kid and the entire time he would bitch and moan because essentially he wasn't the center of attention. He would be incredibly negative about anything we would do and then when someone might compliment us he would say, "yeah I worked really hard with so and so." Pretty much your basic run of the mill sociopath. It is the sort of situation that prompts a person to stop doing anything so they don't draw attention to themselves.
This is the man who gave up his parental rights to my half-sister (rather willingly I might add) and in essence did the same thing to my siblings because it was too difficult to be a responsible decent human being. In some respects it would be easier to deal with if he had just walked away and left it at that. But he doesn't. He proceeds to tell random people how he is this proud parent.
I wish there was a way to prevent him from going out there and talking to people about me or my family.

I am also irritated with whatever clown from my hometown was telling Mr. Gibson (who doesn't even live there anymore) about my life. I hope that person gets a severe rash that can't be cured. I feel that way about a number of people from Port Townsend. Severe rashes and ugly haircuts.