Well, Dirk ditched me early tonight, knowing that he's not going to see me tomorrow. And he's not certain he'll be able to call me. Fuck him. I'll just catch up on my sleep. We'll see if I even notice the difference.
I found this absolutely twisted site, Mind Control Erotica, through this one girl's link page. Sad, what some people will read to get off. Anyway, I forgot to post up the last entry before I left for work, because I was busy being horrified by all the dirty stories.
Roachboy's pestering me with little anecdotes about what "Mick" says, and what "Mick" wants. In case I haven't brought this up, Roachboy thinks he's talking to Mick Farren via the Internet. I don't know who the hell that is, but I know he had something to do with the MC5 and Wayne Kramer. If someone out there knows, feel free to tell me. I know he was somehow involved with music a while back.
Anyway, Roachboy gets advice from "Mick" and relays what he hears back to me. He also says that "Mick" would like to write for the ‘zine. Sure thing, but what he writes better be good. I'm not going to put it in just because it's "Mick Farren". "Steve Tyler" maybe, but not "Mick Farren". I think someone's just pulling Roachboy's leg. And I personally couldn't care less about the wisdom "Mick" is so generously distributing to us. If that old guy has nothing better to do than advise a washed-out revolutionary fanatic and chat about his backstabbing ex-girlfriend, then I doubt he has anything worthwhile to say.
Glee, I'm so worried about you. Take care of yourself. Please.
We went out with Katie, because she'd misunderstood the day we'd set it up. I think Katie A- is mad at me, though. I can't imagine why, other than the fact that I wasn't very conversational the last time we talked online. Also, I canceled out on our plans fairly last-minute, because I'd completely forgotten about them. Unless I write stuff down, I have real problems remembering it.
I'm still pissed about the X-Files movie. God, I wanted them to kiss. Was that so much to ask?
I'm going to take a day off next week, so I can "rest". Katie's having conniptions since Chris is in North Carolina. I feel bad for her. He should be back soon, so she'll be up to snuff in no time.
Nothing to share, no burning tales of excitement. We went out for Chinese, talked a lot. I think we spent a lot of time talking about graduation, marriage, and rings. Katie brought Dirk home, then brought me home.
That's alright. I'm going to marry Dirk, move into a three-story mansion, and thumb my nose at everyone. Hahahahahahaha!!!
I think the lack of food is starting to interfere with my thought processes.
I'm proud of myself, though. Dirk started to hallucinate that I was giving him hell for having to cut the conversation short. So, I set him straight, said a curt goodbye, and hung up. Then I called him back, told him I didn't want the conversation to end on such a harsh note, and told him I love him. Who says I can't control it?