You know, I think it should be considered a breach of politeness for Roachboy to inquire about my lack of updates.
At any rate, today was alright, right up ‘til the end of the evening.
I think Claire resented me taking the day off yesterday. She didn't talk to me all day, rather pointedly. That didn't bother me--all it meant was that I didn't have to do all her work for her again because she was too busy talking on the phone with her brats to do it.
Our copying machine did something worthwhile today. It broke horribly. I mean, something important inside the damn thing got bent out of shape (though I know not how--the glass on the sucker is screwed in place, and the thing that got bent is right under the glass). It makes horrid noises like metal crunching and glass breaking at the same time. I'm so cheered. I hate that copying machine. I am its slave.
We hung out with Katie and Chris tonight. We went to the Food Court first, because I wanted ice cream (it's the only place left on the planet where I can get Hagen-Daaz (sp?) Deep Chocolate Peanut Butter), and they wanted dinner. Afterwards, we bought my snake clock. I described this clock to you guys a month or so ago. It's two twining snakes, rearing up to support a clock. I'll take a picture of it the very next time I get off my lazy butt.
We boucht our tickets for Ever After early....this led to a minor altercation between Dirk and myself. I was apparently in the way of the line, and Dirk was nudging me to move, and I asked, unknowingly, "Where are we going?". He just gave me a harder nudge, so that I moved, then explained, "You were in the way of the line." I got pissed (I'm on a hair-trigger, due to PMS), asked him why the fuck he couldn't have just said so.
Well....he got that look on his face. I immediately apologized, which was followed by a sarcastic "Uh-huh" from him. He wouldn't even look at me, so I decided to walk across the parking lot by myself to drop off my clock. Of course, the asshole didn't follow. Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. Asshole.
I got back to the mall, decided I didn't want to go in yet (Dirk, Katie and Chris were in a CD store), and stood outside smoking for a bit. Katie and Chris came up. Apparently, they'd walked out to my car looking for me when Dirk told them where I went. Of course, Dirk stayed in the CD store. Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. Asshole.
Waited a bit longer, went in the mall, just as all the stores were closing. Dirk came up and suddenly, it was alright again. Fuck that. I just looked at him blankly and said, "Well, I'm glad to see you've calmed down a bit." (Later, Dirk would say I yelled this at him as sarcastically as possible, but I think he's just being an Asshole). I then proceeded to walk ahead of him until we got the the restaurant.
I was despondent at the restaurant, although I finally warmed up just before we left. We saw Ever After. I thought it was a pretty good movie. Drew Barrymore's got a fat face, though. Don't they have face liposuction? I mean, it's really chunky. And when she cries, it screws up into whole new realms of ugliness. She's horrid-looking when she cries. She looks like an alien is about to break free of her skull when she cries. I wish she'd refrain from crying when the camera is directly on her face. And the stepmother reminded me of my mother. I spent half the movie wanting to hop up out of my seat and throw something at the screen. Who played her? I keep wanting to say "Oprah", but I know it's not that woman's name. Cher. That's right.
The movie lasted a hell of a lot longer than I expected. Who knew? I mean, as if the Cinderella story was all that complicated. But no, they had to have all this BS about the prince and the bimbo meeting up a whole bunch of times before the ball. And the really nasty stepsister didn't even cut off part of her foot to try to fit the slipper. I was looking forward to that.
Anyway, I only had about 20 minutes to drop everyone off, and it didn't look like I'd be making it, so I called my mother, even though Dirk told me I didn't need to. I mean, it's better to be safe so she can't bitch at me later, right?
Fucking Stupid Cunt. Cunt. I hate her, honestly, I do. She decided that it was completely unnacceptable for me to be fucking ten minutes late, and as recompense, I would have to come home early tomorrow night...thirty minutes early. I was absolutely enraged, and barely restraining myself from completely destroying the cell phone. Meanwhile, Dirk was following me to the car, asking insistently, "What did she say? Please tell me what she said."
It was really too much. So I told him to leave me the hell alone, I didn't want to talk about it right that second. He was mostly quiet for the rest of the ride home, until after I'd dropped Chris off and was making a left hand turn with no light. I hesitated, Dirk told me I was free to go, then shouted, "Move, fucking move. Move! Move!"
So, I went, much more upset than I had been before because Dirk was being a prick. Dirk apparently told me I could drop him off at my house. I didn't hear him. I don't know, do you find this at all surprising, considering how upset I was? I don't, but apparently this was the last straw for him, because he started shouting, again.
So, I pulled over, and started outright bawling. Dirk just got out of the car and walked down the street. Katie hopped into the front seat and held me for a while, as I cried. Eventually, I calmed enough to drive, and we went to my place. We talked for a while, made tentative plans to get together tomorrow night. Without anyone else. It's been so long since we've gone somewhere without other people (i.e. our boyfriends) around. I don't want to do anything with Dirk anyway. There was no need for him to be this much of an asshole.