I think the sweetest thing he does is when he asks me to marry him.
Today was a semi-worthwhile day, thanks to the fact that I ditched out on work. I'm beginning to truly hate my job. It's not the work I mind, it's the assholes I have to deal with on a daily basis. I mean, the work is just stupid. Not particularly hard, just stupid. And fast-paced, don't let me forget that.
I woke up at 6:30, brought That Cunt to the commuter lot, picked Dirk up, and passed a most enjoyable morning until about 10:20, when I had to leave to pick up my aunt. Unfortunately, my cat had vomited all over my glasses and car keys. I hate it when they do that...so, I ended up leaving a bit late, after washing my glasses and keys, and after a few more false starts.
I dropped Dirk off, then rushed my ass over to the Airport...amazingly enough, I didn't get lost at all this time. The only bitch was finding a parking space. I walked into the airport and--the heel fell off my left Doc Marten. These are raised-heel boots, and it looks like all four nails just gave way. Fuck that. So, there I was, looking smooth as I limped along (actually, I just walked on the ball of my left foot, so that the heel was as elevated as it would have been with the missing part. That must have been funny-looking), and I couldn't find the arrival listed. I had to ask, and discovered that TWA has their own little wing, way in the most isolated part of the airport as possible. So, I had to limp all the way over there, picked up my aunt, and limped back to the car, carrying lugage. I think it was shitty of That Cunt to insist that I not bring Dirk along. He could have carried some of those bags for me.
Damn, talk about a shock, though. The last time I saw my aunt, she was about 23-24, thin, and pretty. Now she's short (granted I was shorter then), pudgy, and vaguely pig-like. What the hell happened? Still the same bubbly, over-loud personality, though. Still a vegetarian, still a save everything that moves fanatic. I like her.
Spent most of the rest of the day eating and/or napping.
Well, I have resigned myself to hearing nothing more from C--. I sent him an e-mail where I was as brutally honest as possible and got...nothing. He no longer comes online at night. I'm almost relieved, I'm almost not horribly disappointed. I'm almost convincing myself that I really feel this calm about it.
I forgot to mention that Claire called in the morning. She wanted to know where some tabs I was supposed to type up were. I don't know why she called...if they weren't on my desk, there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. Honestly, I think that woman has a bug up her ass.
I called Dirk two times in the evening...for once, the phone conversation didn't get bitchy or nit-picky...we didn't bicker. Things are getting better, slowly. Slowly. I wonder if Roachboy will send an outraged e-mail, or if he's too busy revelling in the "purity of his love" to be bothered. I know sarcasm isn't kind. Chalk it up to PMS and an obscure kind of bitterness that can come only from having been there and having seen just how empty it can be.
Actually, the most I feel about that whole situation is darkly amused. Kindness and co-operation only gets me criticized more, and trusted less. Roachboy would still believe Dirk over me, simply because what Dirk has to say dredges up more supposed ugliness, that Roachboy will not even bother confirming with me before accepting as fact. Better to be predictable and offensive, and keep some semblance of my dignity.
I've had it with nearly everyone.
Here's a little memory for you, from my log of them: Two Novembers ago, at Krisco's 16th birthday party, her little band was performing for a very small group of friends. We were gathered on and around her back porch, freezing in the night air. She, along with Dirk and her best friend, What's-Her-Face, were trying to get through Gold Dust Woman. Not the original Fleetwood Mac version, of course, but the Hole cover of it. Krisco was playing guitar and singing. She kept fucking up, over and over again. Instead of just ignoring it and moving on to the rest of the song, she'd start the song all over again. Eventually, stage fright overtook her, and she gave up, finding solace in bitching at Dirk.
Funny, but she idolizes Courtney Love.
I got a new survey up....another outlet for my hostility. I can't be hostile anywhere anymore without getting an incredible backlash. I'm working on posting up the results for the old one....we'll see.