Well, I found out where Alex was yesterday. He had a twisted colon. I'm not all that knowledgable about body parts, but it seems to me that's not something that happens naturally. You don't twist your colon or strain it from, say, jogging. What the hell is Alex doing in his free time? Shoving watermelons up there?
He walked into work at 11:30 yesterday morning, after I'd posted up the entry. Fucking asshole didn't even have the courtesy to tell us he'd be late. Then, fifteen minutes later, he decided it was time for him to go to lunch. Fucking no. I told him it was too soon, that I'd already made plans for lunch (sitting on the roof and smoking), but he insisted that he needed to "get something in his stomach". Two other employees besides me talked to him, telling him to run upstairs and grab something and come back if he really needed to eat. Not take his fucking lunch break. He just put on his coat and insisted he needed something to eat.
Just see if I don't rake his ass over the coals when I get back to work tomorrow. I really hate him. He has no consideration for other people. I hope his colon falls out and he dies, or has to have one of those humiliating colostomy bags for the rest of his life.
Dirk got me a vase of roses! I might have mentioned how fond I am of flowers. Not just one rose, but several, with baby's breath, ferns, ribbons, the whole schmeal. I'm so happy! I wish I had a camera nearby, so I could take a picture.
Dirk and I had a minor fight while watching wrestling. Nothing too serious, and it happened mostly because Dirk was tired.
Today was spent dragging my butt to class. Two of my friends, Cathy and Nicole, called me. Honestly, they're as bad as I am...still in junior college, aimlessly drifting. I'm not aimlessly drifting anymore, though. I actually have plans
Dirk really wanted to get to the capitol building today, for some reason. Something about important events happening. Couldn't manage it, though.
We're supposed to go up to DC with Katie on Sunday, to visit the museum of Natural History. Dirk's brother wanted to take his pit-viper ex-girlfriend to a Marilyn Manson Listening Party (with me driving). That wasn't happening. I am not a taxi service. Anyway, it's happening on Monday, and I don't have the car on Monday evenings.