Well, I can now no longer even access Word Perfect. I think there is definitely a virus somewhere on the system. I had to type up the entry for yesterday on the notepad.
Roachboy has finally managed to piss me off past all boundaries. I got an e-mail from him at work, asking if I'd been tested for HIV. He wanted to know because of his impending "engagement". Perverse girl that I am, I replied, "No, have you?" I had a sick feel, because you don't ask someone that unless either A) you're considering a sexual relationship with them, or B) you've had sex with them in the past, and have just discovered that you're HIV positive. Roachboy isn't anywhere near liking me enough to want to sleep with me, so you know what I was thinking.
So, I was both relieved and irritated when I got his response. "Nope, it's a fucking hassle down here. Shit, girl, you remember Heather? Also, Milkbone's ex was a junkie." So, he wanted me to get tested because he didn't want to be put out. I'm sure it was also his way of rubbing my nose in the fact that I cheated on him. Hell, I did it once, who's to say I wasn't screwing everyone on my street?
Heather was a girl Dirk dated about 3 years ago. He er slept with hert she absolutely fit the archetype of a trailer-park slut. If you ignore the fact that she doesn't live in a trailer. Honestly, white trash through-and-through. Anyway, rumor has it that she's got AIDS now. The only evidence is that her hair's short and she's put on a lot of wieght. I fail to see Roachboy's point in bringing her up.
As for Milkbone, she was after my time. If she had the disease, it wouldn't show up in me. Simple logic. Not too hard.
When I pointed this out to Roachboy, his response was, "Like I fucking trust Dirk And remember, I'm engaged." Well, if you don't trust Dirk, Roachboy, why are you so hot to be in a band with him again? And shoving his supposed "engagement" in my face was a stupid tactic. I care. Honestly, I do.
You know what his "engagement" probably consists of? Roachboy deciding that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Sludge. He most likely hasn't even asked her to marry him, because he's afraid she'll say "No" and kick him. They might not even be dating. Hell, Sludge might not even exist, for all we know. All of this could be in his mind. When he brings his "fiancee" up here for the Vans Show, Roachboy will probably bribe his little sister to come up here and pretend to be his fiancee. She's about young enough for his tastes. Better yet, he could get his little brother to dress in drag. He's had lots of girlfriends who were about that ugly.
So, my final e-mail to Roachboy basically told him that I could give a shit about his engagement, and that I have a life of my own. I also told him that he had been rude as hell, and I wasn't taking his BS. I think he's pissed at me now, because I didn't play the part of "penitent ex-girlfriend who has seen the error of her ways" well enough. Let's get something straight: if I had to do it over again, the only thing I would change is the fact that I dated Roachboy for as long as I did. I should have dumped him months before I got the guts to. Maybe even a year.
As I was e-mailing Roachboy, I was forwarding all of our e-mails to Dirk. Dirk was really angry at Roachboy. I don't think Dirk wants anything to do with Roachboy anymore. I think it was the implication of sexual promiscuity on our (Dirk and my) parts that really rankled. Roachboy has no place casting stones at us. He cheated on the girl he dated before me, and after I dumped him, he started sleeping with anyone who would have him. And the girls he usually decides to "have relations with" are skanks. One of them used to sleep with guys that picked her up at 7-11, for money. Roachboy is completely lacking in taste
Guess what, Roachboy? All bets are off. You're a bastard, you always were, and the dumbest mistake I ever made was dating you.
The evening was fairly awful, too. Dirk latched onto the fact that we haven't put out an issue of the 'zine in a while, and proceeded to make the evening rather uncomfortable. He got calmed down in time to go to Tower, but proceeded to get pissed again as soon as we got to Tower, over something I said playfully. He didn't tell me until we dropped Katie and Chris off, though.
Then, he went fucking ballistic again.
I'm not going to put up the highlights, except to mention that he said he doesn't believe in me anymore, and he said I have the motivation of a dead cockroach. We had a long discussion about the methods he uses to express his anger and frustration. Anyway, I'm trying to hustle to get the 'zine out. It's just really hard when I can't seem to write anything worthwhile.
Another potentially great evening down the toilet.