(10:50 a.m.)You know, that e-mail I got yesterday cheered me up more than anything. Perhaps I was a bit hasty in blocking Roachboy's new girlfriend from my e-mail account. I could have derived endless amusement from her. As it was, I was laughing so hard last night that I almost pissed myself.
Unfortunately, my age assessment based on the level of maturity CuntFace showed was wrong. She's actually my age. Who'd have guessed? I guess all that stuff we learned in High School about girls maturing faster than boys was WAY off. Honestly, I did think she was thirteen. And CuntFace was actually worried that I thought she was underaged...sweetheart, you should have let me keep thinking that. See, when I thought you were thirteen, I at least had a little respect for you. I mean, sure, it was still idiotic to e-mail me, but you don't expect much better from a thirteen year old. Now, I'm wondering if Roachboy picked you up from some kind of mental ward, after they did a really bad job on your electroshock therapy.
Anyway, enough amusement at their expense. I got my fill last night when I sent Roachboy a couple taunting IM's, then hurried up and blocked him before he could respond. I know it was incredibly petty. But then, so was showing his retarded little girlfriend my journal and letting her go off on me.
Idiots.
Anyway, more about the past couple days. The lyrics I have up on the December page are wrong. I jotted them down while listening to the song, because I got it from a mix tape Dirk gave me. Afterwards, I called Dirk up and found out that the song is by Matthew Sweet, it's on an AIDs tribute album (or something like that), and it's called Superdeformed. So all the parts in the lyrics where I put "Sick and Deformed" is supposed to say "Superdeformed". I'm not changing the lyrics, because I think my version sounds better. If Matthew Sweet is too dumb to take his lyrics to their full potential, that's his problem, not mine.
Dirk's coming over tonight. He was off yesterday, but he didn't get any sleep during the day so he couldn't come over. I'm so happy...maybe now we can have a real conversation. I visited him for a couple hours yesterday afternoon, but we were exhausted, and both fell asleep. I came home pretty late.
Something's wrong with C--....he's become distant again. Maybe since the crisis is over, he's trying to put everything back in perspective. I've been so emotionally needy lately, and I think I might have asked too much from him. This whole situation hasn't been particularly easy on anyone involved, including my friends.
They took my computer away for an hour today....I was chafing to get back to work, because of the stupid Supervisory Reference Guides that I'm supposed to be typing. I'll be amazed if Letisha gets even one chapter typed today. I don't intend to be mean, but shouldn't she know how to use the programs? What criteria was used when we hired her?