It’s Tortilla Time| Hi I’m Tori and this is my Story

Sometimes I really despise my conscience.

The fact that I feel morally obligated to meet the potato means that I am forced to spend the weekend with my father and she-who-shall-not-be-named. This is a most lurid fate. Not only is it common knowledge that I hate spending time with them, I know that they hold our visits in comparable regard.

The sole silver-lining is that I get to see my brother Liam. He is so irritatingly adorable that my heart melts when I am forced to part with him.

My goodness I sound sappy.

I’ve had Scat Man on repeat all weekend. I hold the catchy beat accountable.

The message of the song of course brings back unpleasant memories of she-who-shall-not-be-named, in all her stuttering, belly dancing glory. Why is it that she always manages to ruin everything that is good in my life? Scat Man included.

My baby (half) brother Aidan James graced the world with his presence this morning at around three AM.

Liam called and told me so.

I find it endearing that Liam has somehow contrived a name for me, even if it does consist of ‘Toto‘. I sincerely hope that this name wasn’t developed because of my likeness to Toto in The Wizard of Oz. However, I imagine that being called ‘Toto‘ is an improvement over being the play bitch that he merely points at. Oh to be two.

Speaking of endearing, that was my simple response to the news of the birth of little Aidan. It proved similar to my acknowledgement of the fact that I was going to be a big sister yet again. Except the word that I chose for that occasion was ‘charmed‘. I am beginning to feel that my father is growing displeased with my lack of enthusiasm to the growing Davis clan.

It may have to do with the fact that these kids are half evil.

Liam; my little brother, mon petit frere, my tiny comrade. My ‘half’ brother if you wish to be technical, a product of my father and she-who-shall-not-be-named. It’s nearing two years that Liam’s been in existence, and it’s proved difficult to come to terms with the fact that HE IS NO LONGER A BABY.

I’m supposed to visit them in the depths of hell over the course of the Christmas break, a task finds me less than enthralled. Why? She-who-shall-not-be-named. She is undoubtedly the most vile, vindictive, selfish human being in the Northern Hemisphere. And perhaps the Southern Hemisphere. And Tobago, wherever the hell that is.

My soccer game on Wednesday went very well and I ended up having… fun? I, however, did pay the hefty price which was a shit load of pain. Pain that still lingers into today, three days later. C’est la vie.

My mum and dad were all standing together and chatting at my game, which was the furthest thing I ever expected. It proved extremely difficult to keep my attention focused on the game when I could watch the two of them interfacing together. It was very fortunate that she-who-shall-not-be-named wasn’t there, because she surely would not have stood for conversing with my mother in the least, or even attending my game at that.

The next day my father even allowed us to park at his house when we went to the CNE. I am simply astonished that he is getting mature and that my parents can finally talk civilly. It’s been six years since that has ever happened!

She-who-shall-not-be-named is pregnant, again. Due date? My birthday, February 28th. As imagined, I am far from thrilled. I absolutely adore my baby brother, Liam, but the desire for other siblings definitely wasn’t there. Especially ones who are half-evil. She-who-shall-not-be-named says that she will keep on trying until she gets what she wants, a girl (story of her life). Call me spiteful, but I hope that she is incapable of conceiving a girl and instead has ten boys who pick at her soul and make every day of her existence miserable.

Tomorrow brings the dawn of nine days spent with my father, she-who-shall-not-be-named, the gossip gramps and my two brothers. I am hardly thrilled. I have yet to even fathom what I could possibly do with myself while in their presence. I take every chance I can to avoid she-who-shall-not-be-named, and now I am stuck with her for nine days.

Nine fucking days.

Packing is almost completed, my iTunes and iPod updated for the trip, and now all that there is left to do is shower and wonder what the hell I am getting myself into.

Today I really had no desire or motivation to do much of anything. I felt like sitting around and being lethargic. But of course that didn’t happen. I took Sally down to the park.

It has been about 2 months since I’ve heard from my father last. Not impressed. I left him a message today but I do not expect to get a reply any time soon, if at all.

There are not many people in this world that I hate, but my stepmother is one of them…

She-who-shall-not-be-named (in a snappy tone of voice):

‘Why would you have fish if you’re scared of the bodies?!?!’

Me in my mind:

‘Why have a baby if you’re scared of taking care of him alone and bitch about all the work involved?’

This bitch is driving me fucking suicidal…

Last night Cam and Drew slept over. It was pretty fun. This morning all we did was play Gamecube. Inevitably, Sims got boring after a while. After they left, I decided to go to the mall to meet Dad early because I still had a lot of Christmas shopping left to do.

Today my new step mom was very nice to me. Absurd.