Have you ever had this urge to say something comforting to someone, but had no idea what to say?
I was randomly going around this webring, and came across a site that's about to be taken off the ring, because the author has become totally disillusioned about writing an online diary. I felt as though I should say something, but what? "Hey, I care"? "Don't give up"? Does that sound trite and cliched or what?
My father just picks the best times to arbitrarily stay home from work. Why does he have to do it on one of my days off? Why couldn't it be on a Monday or a Wednesday? Does he have to interfere with my plans? (read: sex life)
I finally escaped from my house to pick up Dirk so we could go somewhere. While I was waiting for him to get out of the shower, I noticed that Krisco had taken one of her school pictures and put it on his mirror with a piece of tape. Not wanting to cause a fuss, I took it down and slipped it into my wallet. When Dirk came out of the shower, I took it out and showed it to him. That's when I got my first close look at it. She has so much acne in that picture that it looks as though she has measles. Anyway, I ended up keeping the picture.
Maybe I'll make a voodoo doll, who knows? I'll bet her quiet nights at home involve a bunch of needles and a voodoo doll meant to represent me. She probably gurgles "Die! Die! Die!" over and over again while stabbing that doll with needles. She also put a carnation on a little table in his room and this odd little teddy bear. The bear had glue on its ass, so I suspect it may have been the one from that tube Dirk threw away. Creepy.
C-- wrote me back on my aol account. I feel like a moron. After I sent this heartfelt e-mail, complete with poem, I find out that he had accidentally deleted the e-mail that got me so concerned. I really need to check the e-mail on my aol account more often. He probably thinks I'm completely bonkers.
It shouldn't bother me that Dirk's mom dislikes me so much, but it does. It really hurts. I've never done anything to this woman. I've always been polite to her, and politeness isn't my strong suit. I'm a full time student, I have a part-time job, I'm smart, fairly pretty, and I can drive. What's not to like? I get mad whenever I think about it. I cannot believe this woman finds me lacking, but thinks Krisco is perfectly acceptable for her son. It's a complete blow to my ego.
I sometimes wish Krisco, one of Krisco's friends, or hell, even Dirk would read these entries. I guess they're the ones this thing is really written for. Dirk's checked out the site, but never taken the time to read the journal entries.
I sometimes wonder if anything I do has a point anymore.