Dirk's mother is starting to get really nasty about the time he spends with me. Although he will not tell me exactly what she says, I am under the impression she calls me all sorts of uncomplimentary names. He tells me that she asks him why I have to "steal someone else's boyfriend," and why he spends to much time with me. He broke up with Krisco a long time ago...almost seven months now. Honestly, the woman acts as though Krisco is her child, instead of Dirk.
In fact, when I was dropping him off at home this afternoon, Krisco passed us, with Dirk's brother in the passenger seat. Dirk's brother spotted us, and started grinning and waving. They pulled up far behind us, and Krisco and Dirk's brother went in the house. They had been in the house for perhaps two minutes when Dirk's mom walked out to their back yard, and glared at my car over the fence. Krisco was probably whining inside....she asked Dirk, when he came in, if he was going to spend the whole day with her tomorrow. Dumb question. Of course not.
The thing that really bothers me about his mother is that she sees no evil where Krisco is concerned. Dirk told her about how often Krisco gets stoned, and his mother told him that it was his fault. She's also told him that Krisco would be less psychotic if he was nicer to her. His mother has even tried to demand that he pay more attention to Krisco. Even Krisco's staunchest supporter, Jerk-off, said recently that it might be time for Krisco to accept the fact that the relationship is over. Meanwhile, Dirk's mother considers me Satan Incarnate.
That's alright, though. She won't be so fast to pass judgement on people when Dirk disowns her....which he probably will, as soon as he moves out. I do not blame him. His mother treats Krisco like her daughter, and treats Dirk like an animal. That's just completely messed-up, no matter how you look at it.
Thanks to a minor miscalculation on my part, I have the grand total of 3 dollars with which to buy Cathy's birthday present. My life just keeps getting easier and easier.
I read the most magical online journal entry today. This guy wrote about how disappointed he was that his plans for the week-end were cancelled. You know what those plans were? Eating a salad and a frozen pizza. That is incredibly sad. I'd never admit to that. That's like giving a detailed description of the stains on your underwear, except a little less gross. Honestly, the people who write these entries are so self-absorbed that they've forgotten the art of communicating with other people. I read another journal where the author openly admitted that the reason he had started the journal was that he had no friends, and since he had found one, he didn't really feel like writing in it anymore. The people on the internet are marvelous, I swear.
I am officially bored with all of my reading material. What good are 300+ books if you've read all of them at least twice? I really need to pay off my library fines (they used to equal $125, but I've got connections, and got most of them cancelled). Either that, or start pawning my jewelry, so I can buy new books!