I'm becoming addicted to this stuff called Sweet Breath. It's like concentrated Altoid drops. Just a drop or two on your tongue, and your sinuses are clear, your breath's fresh (temporarily), and your whole world looks like a better place
Maybe that's just me, though.
I haven't heard from C-- in a while...he's abandoned me. I'm not sure how to feel about that--I guess I'll just stick to being resigned. Nothing I can do about it, but I miss talking to him.
Dirk went after Roachboy today, while I was at work. Dirk's really into this whole "homelessness" thing. Honestly, I guess if I spent a couple nights sleeping in a shed I'd be a little touchy about it. But Dirk's turning into a crusader.
Meanwhile, Dirk's going to pay for the next month's rent on the rehearsal space. I'm relieved, because I need the money to pay for college, books, etc. I found a clock in Spencer Gifts that I plan on getting this week-end, if it's still there. I may have mentioned it before, but the clock is held up by two snakes rrearing up and twining around the clock face. It's absolutely georgeous.
I never did mention the fact that I'm now a "link wrangler" for Diarist.Net. I'm working on journal webrings. I joined to give me something productive to do while I'm online late at night, avoiding sleep and waiting to see if C-- comes online.
The evening was spent unproductively, aside from placing an ad in Classifieds2000 for band members. We watched wrestling, of all things. It's almost amusing, sometimes. But Dirk gets too caught up, and that started a minor bicker session.
You know, now that Roachboy already knows this, and the only reason I kept it from this journal was so he wouldn't call her up with sympathy and get a bunch of people's asses in trouble, I can tell you. Remember Krisco? Well, she got knocked-up (that's pregnant, for those who aren't particularly fluent in the lingo) by her boyfriend, Billy. It was lovely, we were all so proud. I was hoping she'd have the baby, for various reasons. A couple of them were malicious, but mainly I knew she'd be getting an abortion because she didn't want the inconvenience of getting pregnant. That really makes me sick. I can't have a fucking kid, ever, because it would come out with the same mental problems as me, and I'd probably be horridly abusive (To all the morons: Being abused does not mean you'll never abuse your kid. In fact, it makes it about a billion times more likely. Like monkeys, we learn how to raise our children by example, not by instinct.). Meanwhile, Krisco is just gonna terminate hers because she doesn't want her social life inconvenienced. Dumb, self-centered bitch.
Anyway, she got the abortion (about Wednesday of last week), despite being under 18 in a state that requires parental consent. You know why? Because parental consent is a huge fucking joke. They give the kids a form to give to their parents to sign (gee, no...it's not easy at all to simply forge their signature). Or, if you say you're 18, they won't demand proof. Of course, Krisco didn't tell her mother. Aaron's girlfriend, Sonia, was absolutely enraged by Krisco getting the abortion. She decided to take action.
I cannot believe she actually did this. Sonia called Krisco's mother up and told her that her daughter had gotten an abortion. This didn't serve any purpose but make Krisco's life a little more painful. I would never have done this. I mean, the girl must have been frightened out of her mind for the couple of months she was pregnant, before she saved up the money for an abortion. Now, Krisco's going to have her mother moaning and crying and making her feel like a complete tramp. I mean, granted, she is...but what's the point? Unless she's twice as much of a bitch as I'd always thought, Krisco probably feels like shit on a stick anyway. You never know, though. She can be frighteningly single-minded about her actions. I mean, look at all the times she tried to chase me in her car. When we discussed it later, she didn't see that she'd done anything wrong.
I'm moved, however, to write an informative article on Abortion. It may take a few days to research, but I should have it done very soon.
That reminds me. I'm still quite desperate for people to contribute articles to my 'zine. If you should come up with one, please e-mail it to me. I'm trying desperately to pull Über Alles up out of the mire it seems to have sunk into.