I got my Hello Kitty gum dispenser last night!!! It's so cute, I wish I could figure out a viable way of scanning it. I also got Hello Kitty paper clips, in an adorable carrying case/keychain. This is turning into a very strange fixation.
Remember that review of my site that I was so angry about a few days ago? Well, I noticed something odd....it really increased my traffic. Not only because the author, anna, linked to my site, but also because she was so amused by my anger that she linked to the entry where I bitched about her review. Her friend, yvette (I think that's the spelling) also mentioned my site, linking back to it for reference (to show my immaturity). That caused a major boost as well. Imagine what could have happened had anna decided my site was the most magnificent thing she'd ever encountered on the web.
One brainstorm and cocky attitude adjustment later, I signed anna's guestbook, asking her to critique my 'zine's homepage. I figured, "what the heck." Even if she says it's dogshit, people will still look at the site to see what could possibly be bad enough to rate such a harsh criticism. Pretty good logic, huh?
Well, anna e-mailed me back, which surprised me. I was expecting a sarcastic mention in her journal, if anything. She actually said she would look at my 'zine's site. I know a lot of people were proud of me for what I said about her, but I may revise my mental image of her as a snotty, sanctimonious (sp?) so-and-so. I doubt the girls whose sites she actually gave bad reviews will agree, and I don't blame them. Not everyone's as pragmatic as I can be when I calm down.
Perhaps that's why Ken called me "two-faced". Even I don't understand how I can have such wildy differing opinions in such a short time.
The situation here's beginning to get quite desperate. Dirk doesn't have any place to live, no money, and not much time left. He's been frantically applying for jobs. I hope he finds something.
My car got rear-ended. Amazingly enough, although the bumper of the guy who hit me was all smashed up, there wasn't so much as a scratch on my car. A few rubber streaks where the guard on his bumper made contact with my car, but that was all. I felt sorry for the guy. Apparently, he hadn't been paying attention to the road because he'd been worried. His dog bit his daughter's best friend, and it looked as though he would have to euthanize the dog.
I finally got him calmed down and told him that since there was no damage, there was no need to call the police or the insurance company. I hope his day got better.
Tonight was my friend Nicole's birthday. It was boring. They tried to convince me to leave Dirk at home (after I'd already told him that he was invited as well). I pitched a fit and outright refused. So, Dirk came with us.
I hate most of Nicole's friends. They're either of the giggly, schoolgirl variety; or the ostentatious loud, self-important way.
I'm in the midst of falling asleep. Goodnight.