I am now the proud owner of a Hello Kitty doll!! I ran over to the mall first thing today to get it. I'm going to bring it with me everywhere!!!
I also sent off Roachboy's box. Not in time, however, to stop Roachboy from abusing my survey to spew poison in my direction. And, as I thought, he wrote me last night, not content to wait until today to attack me. Wanna read what he said?
Yeah, I've got a question. What part of send me an e-mail, and let me know what's going on don't you understand? You know what I think of you, but I would at least do you the courtesy of doing what I've obligated myself to do, and if I in fact have more respect for you than you do for me, then we're in an unbelievably sad state. I've been sick of this shit for a while now. Paul's number is (Paul's Number). He'd be more than happy to take it off your hands, and I might be able to get a full night's sleep. If you have mailed it off, then send me that fucking e-mail, and tell me the tracking number so I know what's going on. This is encouraging in some ways, I guess, because if your dependability and common courtesy hasn't improved since I lived down there, then artistic competition will not have been as difficult as I'd thought. I'm already happy as a bug just being a state away. But anyway, I'm off of work Thursday, and if I haven't heard from you then, I'll go ah! ead with plan B. What's so fucking hard about sending a goddamn email?
Hello, Roachboy.....I couldn't sign on......I know this is hard to understand, but read on and I'll try to spell it out so you might understand. I-c-o-u-l-d-n-o-t-s-i-g-n-o-n. This means that I-c-o-u-l-d-n-o-t-s-e-n-d-y-o-u-a-n-y-e-m-a-i-l. I-t-h-i-n-k-c-a-l-l-i-n-g-y-o-u-i-s-a-w-a-s-t-e-o-f-m-y-m-o-n-e-y. I-s-h-o-u-l-d-h-a-v-e-r-u-n-a-m-a-g-n-e-t-o-v-e-r-y-o-u-r-d-i-s-k-s.I was a heck of a lot nicer than he deserved, though. I even sent him the tracking number. I'm glad he seems to have found a job, though. I was worried he'd turn into a completely pathetic loser, instead of a mostly pathetic loser. Plus, this means he'll leave me alone more now.
He never did tell me if he was dating Milkbone again, though. And I can almost guarantee that he'll never send me any of the money he owes me. I notice he hasn't sent any yet. Hey, Roachboy! Where's that $1,000 you owe me? What about that obligation, huh? Don't bother me again unless you're gonna send me some money.
Bitter freak. Artistic competition, I don't think so. We'll always have something he won't....it's called charisma, baby. Roachboy is as charismatic as.....bug feces (poop, for the layman).
On to more important, less aggravating matters. We saw Katie A- when we went off to mail Ken's all-important garbage. We should hang out with her more, I think.
Oooh...on my way to pick up Dirk in the evening, Krisco was behind me. She looked freaked, and turned off into a shopping center as fast as she could. I guess she thinks I'm still toting that cell-phone to call the police if she chases my car again.
Dirk and I also went up to the used bookstore and Music & Arts in Manassas. I got Voltaire's "Candide" and T.S. Eliot's "Old Possum's Book Of Practical Cats". In the evening, we went up to Tower, to do more book shopping. I was going to get a book by Henry Miller, called "The World Of Sex", but I couldn't see any redeeming value in the book. I'm searching for a copy of "The Story of O". Anyone who has one is invited to send it to me.
I talked to C-- online tonight. It was eerie...he was incredibly solicitous. Asked me if I was okay (last e-mail to him was really trippy). Wanted to make sure everything was going okay with me. I wonder what happened to him. He's never been so considerate before.