Happy Anniversary!!! As of today, Dirk and I have been dating for a year and five months. I'm doing pretty good with the whole relationship situation, aren't I?
Also, that most important of holidays, Valentine's Day, is coming up. I have already decided what Dirk should get me. Roses (the expensive pretty kind, maybe with a vase); and the truffles they sell at Harry & David's, in the mall. I got Dirk some of those truffles last summer, when he was sick. Dirk's going to get me a lot of those truffles, I just know it. I will sing little songs of chocolate love to each truffle before I eat it.
I've been in a damn good mood last night and today. You know why? My period came back! After just a week! I broke something, didn't I? My body is fighting back.
C– e-mailed me to tell me that he's going away for a week. I call this abandonment. But it was nice of him to check up on me. Maybe he'll buy me a postcard?
About the bear.....there's a bit of a custody battle being waged for it. Apparently, Dirk feels that it holds sentimental value (especially with pins stuck in it). Don't worry, it should be cleared up in a week or so, when Dirk forgets it exists again and I send it off without him noticing.
Chris and I came up with a song last night, and I wanted to share it with you. Chris was the one who really wrote it. I just came up with the inspiration. It's about my siamese fighting fishie. It's a poignantly sad song about the times we live in.
"Dear Mr. Fishie"
by Chris and Agent Skatterdear mr. fishie, you seem kinda bored
so i'm writin you a letter to help pass the time
inside your little gourd
sure hope you don't mindhow's the weather in there?
have you heard the news?
the president is in trouble
and the republicans are singin the bluesmust be kinda quiet in there
inside your cage of glass
but you don't have to worry at all
about people shooting at your assthere's fighting in Kosovo
tension in Baghdad
and the problems in Colombia
really make me maddon't you worry mr. fishie
not one little bit
just sit there in your wonderful world
and simply don't give a shit(mournful guitar bridge)
one day i'll find you
floating at the top of your bowl
you'll lose everything
and the world will never knowdead mr. fishie
sad mr. fishie
fishieThat was tear-jerking, wasn't it? Especially the end. Poor mr. fishie. We're going to record that and it'll be a number 1 hit.
Glee, are you mad at me? You're not answering my e-mail.....
I'm tired. I could probably have talked to C-- if I waited a bit longer last night, but I was too tired.
(1:00pm) So I was sitting there, thinking about the whimsical e-mail I sent C–, where I suggested that he make a pit stop in VA to see me.
Assuming that I wasn't kidding, and we met halfway between the state he's visiting and where I live, what would it be like? (For those with really stupid imaginations, picture Dirk with me. I wouldn't think of leaving him behind.) Would it be awkward, comfortable? Would we greet each other as close friends or passing acquaintances?
The answer? I wouldn't know. Realizing this left me feeling a bit cold. Apprehensive about the world. Uncomfortable in my own skin. Alone.
Obviously, I'm dealing with my stress fairly well if I can once again start focusing on the realm of frivolous things. Frivolity.
The word frivolous makes something sound happy.
The spring water I'm drinking tastes sterilized. I haven't eaten today. I still just don't feel like it.
Alex is going out to lunch with the priest mentioned yesterday, aka "his brother." No, I don't think this is a twisted tale of gay incest. He just told LeTisha, the girl who told me about Alex's escapades, that he was going to lunch with the priest. He told me that he was going to lunch with his brother.