Whooops....I sometimes forget that Katie checks in here on a daily basis. The secret's out--she sent me an e-mail telling me exactly what she'd like to do to Ken. I reminded her of the fact that everyone knows Ken's a complete jerk, and he's using her for a scapegoat, because she's such an easy target. After all, she didn't kiss his ass after I dumped him. Why should she? Besides, I know that as soon as Ken gets his stuff back from me (as much as I'm willing to send back), he'll probably quit contacting me altogether. I don't much care, except I'd like him to pay back all the money he owes me.
I also suggested that Katie send him a letter of her own. She could make it longer, more coherent, and meaner, and send it without a return address. He'd deserve it.
Alex left work early today....he said he had to go to the doctor's to get some tests done. I think they were going to do an "anal probe". He won't tell us what's wrong with him....maybe all the fist-fucking is having an adverse affect on his anal cavity. Poor baby. Anyway, he left me with all of his work to complete, along with mine. I wish he'd either get over his illness, or die from it.
Katie brought someone new to our usual Friday night hang-out. A guy she knows from school named "Dan" or "Sam"--Katie called him by both names all evening-- who eventually managed to irritate me. Imagine asking me, in that Republican snotty tone of voice, what my contribution to the world will be....what the fuck? Is this a new rule I didn't hear about? I wasn't aware that I'd get my "living" license revoked if I didn't contribute something...damn, I'm gonna complain to Headquarters. They didn't tell me this when I was born. My mother asks questions like that, and I think she's psycho. "Dan" (or "Sam") might not be psycho yet, but he's getting there.
He also thinks Reagan was a good President....that meant he was subjected to our criticisms of the man as a president, actor, and human being. Lousy actor, worse president, and man...there's evidence he wasn't human. I mean, his administration and speech writers had to keep him on a short leash so he wouldn't embarrass himself. He'd come up with completely nonsensical data, usually erroneous, and just completely screw up whatever he was saying. His PR people probably sat in unholy terror, listening to him speak, praying he didn't take his eyes off the goddamn teleprompter. I guess "Dan" was an okay guy. He just rubbed me the wrong way; which, admittedly, isn't hard to do.
Krisco spent most of this afternoon complaining because Dirk gave me that bear. I was right--it was the bear that was in the tube Dirk threw away. She fished it out of the trash, and since the plastic tube was destroyed, took out the bear and saved it up for Valentine's day. Good Gawd...it's time to take her brain in for repairs. When Dirk told her he didn't like the bear anyway, her little face squished up like a prune. One day it's gonna freeze like that.