Happy Valentine's Day!!! I hope everyone had a happy one. After considering the responses to my survey (all 3 of them, if I count the one I got from Dirk), I decided to give Dirk enough Reese's Pieces to make him sick, along with a sexually explicit card. He got me chocolates...he's so nice. He wanted to get me roses, but he said they were either too expensive or wilting.
Krisco was in top form; she spent most of the day, whenever Dirk was home, camped outside his bedroom door, crying. I guess the fact that his mother gave her a gift didn't serve to placate her. I think the fact that Dirk didn't give her anything, and spent the whole day with me forced the realization upon her that they truly aren't dating anymore. I almost feel sorry for her. No wonder she's freaking out so badly.
We were supposed to have band practice today. Dirk and I went to our new "lead singer's" appartment, to wake him up. We pounded on the door, left messages on his answering machine, and paged him for over an hour and a half. Nothing. His neighbors were even starting to get irritated about the amount of noise we were making. So, we gave up, and decided to look for a new lead singer. This is the second time he's disappeared; the first time was when his truck broke down right before practice.
We hung out with Katie in the evening: she had some good news. A local comic book store agreed to carry our 'zine. We need all the distribution we can get. So far, we've got the H.S. distribution, our mailing list (made up of about 7 people), The Green Barrel, and this comic book store, besides people who read it from the web site. I wonder if Ken was expecting us to do this well after he abandoned us.
I'm still angry about that. The 'zine has been my baby for a long time. Ken wanted to turn it into a propaganda machine for whatever half-assed political platform he was attempting to put together. When I refused, he pulled out of the 'zine. He wanted to turn the band into another propaganda machine for this same political platform. He tried to convince me that my life is meaningless unless I get arrested for a cause. Everything was meaningless in comparasin to his great quest to save the world from itself.
And it was so easy for him to abandon us. We were flawed; we didn't share his fanatacism. Dirk and I had the temerity to consider other things important besides "the struggle." Our band was poised to take huge steps forward, but because the rest of us weren't driven by his "struggle," he decided to drop out. And blame his abandonment on us, of course.
If I see him, I look forward to the opportunity to slap him