So, as exciting as it may all have been, none of it meant a thing.
My first day back at work was rather uneventful. I was awoken at 4:30 in the morning, as I had volunteered to accompany Lani to the airport so she would not be awaiting her flight alone. She promised to send me the pics of me with the ponies (unflattering, I'm certain), and was off by 6:30. I took the metro from the airport and arrived at work early, 7:00.
Most of the day was spent jiggering around with Word Perfect. It's a pain to get lines inserted exactly where you want them. No disapproval or resentment was expressed at my extended leave, other than Claire's usual snippiness.
Well, well. It would appear Roachboy's bitter. I made the mistake of inquiring about his well-being, and what was I received with? Harsh words, and the implication that I was somehow to blame for his current obsession crapping out on him. Perhaps that's not what he intended. But, he made it clear that I am nothing more than an irritation (this after he spilled his guts via e-mail) and he wished I would no longer "bother" him. So much for sympathy and the hope of him ever paying me back. He's probably spent all his money purchasing expensive baubles hoping to get his ex-girlfriend back. He's kind of bad about that sort of thing.
So, I rather kindly told him to fuck off, then proceeded to block him on my buddy list. He wants help, he can crawl, baby. I'm sick of Roachboy's moodiness where I'm concerned, and I'm sick of his disgusting superiority. He thinks my life's sad? At least I don't date kiddies 8 years younger than me, and then wonder why they turn out to be so shallow. At least I don't get obsessed at the drop of the hat so that I feel as though I'll die when the object of my obsession finally runs.
All of this trouble, so that he can justify getting laid on a regular basis to himself. I'll tell ya something for free, Roachboy (because I know you still read this)....just because you were obsessesed with her doesn't make it alright to bang kiddies when you're 24. That's sad, it's sick, and I feel horribly sorry for you....or at least I used to. The only thing you could ever do was use people, and it's something you don't even do well anymore.
Enough sentimental moping. I'm rather alarmed about the hurricane heading for Chincoteague....I hope nothing bad happens to the ponies.
Dirk came over rather later than I was hoping, and I was worried...which escalated into a rather minor fight. I decided he tries to blame for too many of his screw-ups, and told him as much. He pouted, I got even more angry, he backed off. He became quite amenable to damn near anything I suggested.
He got me a rose!!! I love roses!!! Roses make me happy!!! It's a pretty red one. I like red ones. Roachboy didn't get me flowers until I dumped him.
The rest of the evening was spent much more amicably, watching Dirk hassle Roachboy and reading my latest Trashy Romance Novel. After Dirk left, I got back online, had that "understanding" with Roachboy, and talked to some people online. Funny, but I'm only good at making male friends online. The female ones just don't appeal, with some rather notable exceptions.
Roachboy has a gift for making female online friends, because teenybopper girls are just so gullible. Oh, I'm maligning that poor boy again. Must learn to control that little urge.
I waited fruitlessly for C-- to come online. He actually e-mailed me today, of all things. Granted, it was about 3 lines, intended to reassure me that he was still alive, but it was appreciated nonetheless. I wonder if he'll let me know when he gets the postcard.
Damn...I almost lost this whole entry. Word Perfect's seizing up on me again.....I hate the computers at work.