My server's been taking a shit on me lately. I think it's about to blow again.
Well, today was yet another lovely day. I'm beginning to think 90% of the people in my life live to shit on me.
The highlight of my morning was going to the craft store and getting a counted cross-stitch kit, to make an angel out of. I know, I know....but I have some odd hobbies. I don't care if it doesn't fit in with my rough ‘n' tough persona. Deal with it.
I worked on it until about 1:45. You see, I wasn't planning on picking Dirk up for band practice until he called me. At 1:45, it became apparent that he wasn't going to call me, so I called him. Asshole.
He was rude as shit, still incredibly mad at me for no goddamn good reason (Oh, you don't ever listen to me, fucking boo hoo. I'm so sure I give a shit.) He told me he didn't want to be in a band with me until I got my shit together. I pointed out that I'm the only one who does a goddamn thing for the band, so he can keep his fucking mouth shut. This was met with the sarcastic, "Uh-huh." Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him so many times I hope he dies and it hurts badly for a long, long time.
Then he told me that he had a perfectly legitimate reason to be psychotically mad at me, and informed me that he wouldn't get so mad at me if I didn't screw up so much. He then pontificated on the fact that I never stand up for myself anymore where it concerns my parents. Stupid, stupid man. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
That's when all hell broke loose. I'd fucking had enough of his fucking bullshit.
I told him that he was the reason I didn't stand up for myself anymore, because he was slowly wearing away my self-esteem. I told him he only ever noticed the bad things about me, never the good. I told him that he was getting psychotically angry far too often lately, and for far longer periods. I told him that it seemed like he was constantly searching for new reasons to get psychotically mad, after he'd promised he'd try to stop. I told him that dealing with him made it hard for me to even want to try, because nothing I fixed was ever noticed. Instead, he'd just find something else to focus on that he didn't like. I told him before I dated him that I thought I was worth something, but he was teaching me that I was worthless. I told him before I dated him I was proud of myself, but he made me feel like something to be disappointed in.
I told him I couldn't keep dating him if this the way it was going to be.
Then, he retreated. I went over to his place, to press my advantage while it was still fresh. This worked out most satisfyingly. I was well-pleased. I even got him to feel bad about making us miss practice for "personal problems" (we won't go into the fact that I was feeling like shit warmed over anyway, so I hadn't been looking forward to it). I reminded him that it was unprofessional to do so, and that if he couldn't control it, perhaps it would be better if we weren't in a band together.
I'm giving the relationship a month to improve. If it doesn't, I'm outta here. Laugh all you want, Roachboy. I'm not interested.
Anyway, we made plans to go out until 9, when I was to get together with Katie.
Dirk and I went up to Springfield Mall, to put up a flyer in Hot Topic. We also got cloves and ice cream. Then, I dropped him off so he could watch some wrestling special on PPV, and I went over to Katie's.
You know, Dirk always worries that we gossip about him when we're alone. We don't, not really. When we're alone, these days, Katie and I talk about our various projects on the Internet, and stuff we hate on the Internet. We had a good time, though Katie was feeling a bit ill, so she had to go home relatively early.
I considered going to see Dirk, but decided sleep was best.
(Sunday) Today was mediocre, aside from That Cunt having a shit-fit in the morning. Apparently, I made the mistake of doing her a goddamn favor and returning one of my Dad's library books that was due today. She screamed for a long time. Finally, I escaped.
Dirk and I went shopping for a new watch, but couldn't find one made by the same company. I may simply have to waste the money required to get my damaged one repaired.
So, Dirk and I went to Classic Axe, where I found a Fender Mustang Bass (1978) that I would kill to have. I would kill to have it. Absolutely sell off my fortune in diamonds to possess it. Sell Dirk--well, maybe not. But close.
Spent the evening at Don Pablo's, where the service was shit. Then, went on a "Where's Krisco?" sortie. When we're really bored, and without sufficient time or energy to make real plans, we check out all the possible places Krisco would be, just to keep tabs. We almost never find her, unsurprisingly. She probably finds somewhere to go screw her boyfriend in private, now that her mother keeps tabs on her. I know it's a bad habit to go on these sorties, but it's one of my only vices.
Heh...her mother's making her watch the kids again (she didn't have to for a long time). I guess she figures it'll be harder for Krisco to get knocked up again if she's watching the brats. Her boyfriend, Billy, practically lives at the house, though.