Another weekend nearly over. I'm a little relieved.

My cousin is acting like a five-year-old. He's forty. He hasn't so much as said "hello" to me in days, didn't congratulate me on getting the job in New York, and seems to assume that I will still do his (unspoken) bidding: helping him take down his roof, playing a gig last night... He does this often, just sulks and ignores people until they act VERY CONCERNED and drag his complaint out of him. A few weeks ago he did the same thing because he suspected I'd lied about going to New York for an interview simply in order to get my grandmother to pay for a trip to little owl's wedding. Instead of asking me about it he opted to run around telling everyone in the family what he thought. (Naturally. This is what people who prefer drama to honesty do.) Once he told me that that was why he'd been treating me like shit, I was able to defuse the situation easily, but now he's back at it again, and I don't know how much longer I can stand dealing with such monumental immaturity.

My ex-girlfriend R. called yesterday morning, to apologize for having blackened my name among certain friends and bartenders. She then had the balls to tell me she was worried about me because I hadn't been in the bar recently and haven't been talking much to anyone. This is after several lengthy emails detailing how I am the world's biggest prick for having broken up with her. (Since according to her worldview my own feelings should have no bearing on what I do with my personal life.) I told her I didn't want to talk, and hung up. (I was thinking to myself about her friends A. and B., who are terrific people on their own and haven't dated in years but still have an abusive friendship that neither of them will voluntarily end.) I felt like a heartless bastard for a few seconds, but quickly realized that I'd be far scummier if I didn't make it clear that attention-getting tactics are not going to work.

Sitemeter has shown someone from the company she works at coming here from two friends who have me linked. That's why I locked this down for a day or two- I figured she'd get the picture- but I later decided that if she is so childish as to think anything she reads here on seastreet will come in handy as ammunition or something, then, well, there's nothing I can do about that. I don't like it when people turn my diary into a weapon.

But you can't make other people grow up.