I wonder if Ken's hopping mad yet? Hahahaha Ken. I'm not checking my aol e-mail, and I'm not signing on.
I'm on one of my more manic swings....I need to calm down before I just start trashing everyone I know for kicks. I'm starting to worry that my mind is becoming more unhinged than usual. Logic does not seem to be playing a large part in any of my decisions. Hell, who cares?
I'm living on borrowed time until my parents take away my car....I don't know what to do. I got accepted for a gold credit card, but when I read the fine print, the bastards had stated that the credit limit was valid exclutively for use toward Credicorp purchases. What the fuck? And the bastards don't even give me a number to call so I can interrogate them. Sounds mighty suspicious, if you ask me. So, I will look online for their number so I can ask them a few pertinent questions....But, fuck. The only address I have for them is a P.O. box. This does not sound like it's on the up-and-up, you know?
I've been reading more fucked-up psuedo-philosophy wah-wah journals. I feel so much better about myself. I've got better things to do than analyze myself until blood spurts out of my ears. Instead, I shall admire my greatness....definitely a manic swing. I've also noticed a trend in other journalists to....something. Oh yeah, have a thingy you can click on so that you can give them your e-mail address and they'll notify you when they add a new entry or something. Notify list. I'm not going to have one of those. It's great for other people. They've got the time and the discipline to e-mail people every time they've posted. If you've noticed the sudden appearance of up to three journal entries at once, you can deduce a lot about my discipline.
If you sign my guestbook, however, I might one day send you a link to my secret page of really gross stuff I think about.
I've been this way all night, I'm afraid. I think I was really irritating Dirk. Maybe if I actually talked about the events of the day....I asked Dirk to go over to my house to intercept any college mail I might have recieved. Taking full advantage of the situation, he decided to use my computer, again. He e-mailed me at work to let me know there had been nothing of import in the mail. I then tried to get him to call me at work, he finally did (probably looking at Internet Porn again) three minutes before I left work for the day. Honestly, I think he does it on purpose.
He called the guy in Manassas. I hopehopehopehopehopehopehopehopehope that he gets the place. Tonight's the last night his parents are living in their current home, and the utilities get shut off tomorrow. I'm so desperately afraid for Dirk. I'm afraid for all of us.
Nicole called before I left to go out with Dirk. I haven't spoken to her since her birthday. She agrees that Ken's a dick, and needs to pay me back. And she shares in my joy that Krisco seems to have fucked off and gotten a life of her own. I miss Nicole. I wish we could hang out more. I wish she didn't hang out with such irritating bitches.
Dirk and I got a New York White Pizza from Jerry's again, sat, smoked cloves. I only got pissed once, and that wasn't horribly serious. Took nappies, woke at 10:50, drove Dirk home, went home. Nothing exciting.
Ooooh. I discovered something marvelous and I demand to know why no-one ever told me about these things before: Doritos 3-Ds. 3-D nacho chips. Where the hell do they come up with these things?
And the same girl who e-mailed Ken e-mailed Dirk. She's my hero. Dirk was pissed. I care. After all, he'd promised me that he wouldn't look at Internet Porn anymore, and the e-mail she sent to him had the usual Porn Ad E-mail subject....you know: Dick-sucking, XXX Pics, that sort of thing. And Dirk opened it and read it. No-one to blame but himself.
Anyway, he got all huffy and started going on about how I shouldn't feel the least bit threatened, and Internet Porn amused him, not aroused him. Lost cause. Lost cause.
Funniest thing, I hadn't told Nicole about Whitney and her dog yet. Nicole was incredibly amused. Horrified, too. Disgusted, yes. But amused, first and foremost.
Seems to be the way most people react.