I fear the police were there on our behalf. I'll never know, because we pulled out of the parking lot while they were questioning the residents.
Dirk and I had a knock-down drag-out fight in the middle of the parking lot where Charlie lives. It was his fault. I want you to know that. He was talking to me in that "sooth the psycho girl" voice again, and it pissed me off. I'd taken him to the public storage place where his stuff is being kept while he finds a place, and was already angry with him for taking too long in the library when I had so many things to do. And when he wouldn't get out of the way of my car so I could pull up to the fucking gate, he started saying, "I have to go, Agent Skatter" over and over again, until I screamed at him to get away from my fucking car so I could get to the gate without running him over.
Then I called him, to make sure he'd biked home okay, and naturally, wanted him to apologize for talking to me that way. Instead he got sarcastic and snotty. So, I drove over there because I was supposed to pick him up to take him to look at another room to rent. I told him not to talk to me. He looked at the place, I drove him back to Charlie's, not too much was said. We got back to Charlie's, and that's when the fight started again. Some highlights were: Dirk making kissy-faces at me while telling me I kiss my parents' ass while treating him like shit; Dirk hanging over my car door telling me as meanly as possible that he'd call me when he felt like it; Dirk calling me an idiot for screaming; me crying; me pushing Dirk away when he tried to hug me; me telling Dirk I hoped he would die, slowly and alone; Dirk crying; Dirk pleading with me to get into the car and talk to him; me refusing; me insisting on my right to go home; us pulling away when the police showed up.
We made up not too long afterwards. When we fight, we pull out all the stops.
The police may not have been there for us, after all. Turns out they showed up later that evening, going to a house at the end of Charlie's court, the same house they'd gone to the first time. No-one's sure what was going on.
Katie's having a party on Wednesday. I wish I had money to get her a present.
As to other daily events, we washed the car, vacuumed it out, went to the library. I think Roachboy's threatening me again. I thought I'd made it abundantly clear that I couldn't send his stuff until this Saturday, when I get paid. Obviously not. Hey, Roachboy! You reading this? I-d-o-n-o-t-g-e-t-p-a-i-d-u-n-t-i-l-S-a-t-u-r-d-a-y. Not the one that just passed, the one that's coming up. Don't get your panties in a bunch, okay?