Step-Sibling Overload

More step-siblings are visiting. >:O And this means that my a-hole step-father goes out to the grocery shop and buys a ton of scheisse that NO ONE EATS. Like a whole effing jar of cookies:
Why? I'm waiting until everyone has left the house and then I'm taking them out back behind the yard and dumping the whole thing out in the compost heap. I can't have that kind of filth just hanging out on the kitchen counter.

So this time it's Brian, the youngest of the 3 visiting my house. I suppose you could call him the one that I dislike the least. This is because he at least knows he's an a-hole and doesn't pretend otherwise. He also lives in Oregon, which is safe on the other side of the country.

Brian's here for a visit with his girlfriend and their two daughters. His 4-year-old daughter is hands down the most beautiful adorable little girl I have ever seen: cute round face, HUGE blue eyes, angry eyebrows, and wispy white-blonde hair. Considering her parents, that's a genetic anomaly if I ever saw one. I mean her mother's not bad looking, but she's a hag compared to the little girl. Their new baby isn't as cute. I sort of feel bad for it...
Thankfully, they're only in our house for a few days, as Brian's girlfriend has family here as well and is staying with them for a lot of the time.

But their presence means extra time with the older son, whom I detest. Craig comes over pretty much every weekend anyway, because he has joint custody of his 6-yr-old son. I don't think he has any friends or a suitable living space for a child, so he brings the kid here.

Some history on Craig is necessary, I think: He has been going through a divorce for about 6 years, is a jobless alcoholic, and has moved up the ladder of general debauchery into straight up stealing from my house. He comes in when he thinks no one is there, and just roots around like he owns the feckin' place. In one incident, a few months ago, my car was in for service, and I was home alone. I guess he thought no one was at home because there were no cars outside, so he waltzes in, goes straight into my mother's office, and empties her giant change bottle into one of my good pillowcases, and then leaves. Like SERIOUSLY???? And of course, when I brought this to the attention of my parents, the step-father insists that I must be lying. Obviously, I took all the change, and I'm trying to lay the blame on perfect Craig. He one-upped himself not long after that - we believe he was responsible for the sudden disappearance of an $8,000 diamond necklace from mum's closet. And he's also responsible for the disappearance of almost everything in the liquor cabinet.
I suppose I just have to deal! At least I don't get as stressed out as Mum...

So yesterday I did very well. I had a scrambled egg with 1 tsp bacon bits and a little ketchup for brekkie (100), and a spinach salad with shrimp for dinner. I ended up not eating most of the shrimp 'cause it tasted funny, and I used maybe a tsp of dressing. I guess I'll estimate that at like 500, just to be safe.

Today so far, I've had a soft boiled egg (80).

I can do it, I just need to FOCUS!!! Starvation and thinness are fragile little bubbles. I must not let them pop, or float away...