It’s difficult where to know where to begin this week. On one hand, my sister went barking mad but this is not at all an unusual occurrence, so no real news there. On another hand my mother has also gone barking mad and is currently stomping round the house muttering about what a traitor Kasey is but not as much of a traitor as Pascalle is. On a third, unclean, hand, there were hordes of old men masturbating in our basement. Gosh I love this house some weeks.

I don’t really want to dwell on the wanking, so I’m going to talk about my sister and her stupid bag – which is, I suppose, another form of wanking. It’s a bag, for God’s sake. It will not bring about world peace or end starvation. It’s a fucking bag! You put shit in it so you can carry it around. Yet Pascalle bangs on about it like it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread.

(Just while I think of it, what did people say before there was sliced bread? “This is the greatest thing since….” Since what? Since fire? Just a thought for the strange, obsessed people out there in Net-world to ponder or Google or whatever.)

I truly believe Pascalle is insane. I’m not sure what form of insanity it is, but it certainly involves a narcissistic belief that the world is a better place because she exists. The world, in Pascalle’s sick little head, revolves around her. She can change it and bend it to her will, she believes, just through being cheerful and positive. It nauseates me to the point I sometimes throw up in my mouth whenever she gets going on one of relentlessly upbeat rants.

Mind you, while she’s rich Pascalle who is willing and able to fork out for cameras and the suchlike, then she has her uses. I like my new camera, courtesy of PascalleCorp. Okay, sure she might say that, technical, it belongs to her but in my family possession is everything and the law has nothing to do with it.

So I will hang onto this momento of Pascalle: The Back When She Had Money Years – from the time before that bastard Nicky took her money away; which I’m sure is only a matter of when, not if. I did try and warn her, but the problem with being Pascalle (apart from the fact you’re insane) is that you are shit at listening.