It's been one of those week-ends.
Dirk got the brilliant idea on Friday to tell Jason that he'd be welcome to get a place with us when we move in together. Fucking what? Without consulting me? Wouldn't I have a say in this? Never mind the fact that Jason irritates the piss out of me, and I cannot view living in the same house with him in a positive light. But I set Dirk straight on what I would tolerate, and offering to let people move in with us without prior consultation is not one of them.
One interesting thing, though: Jason is friends with ‘Bert, because Jason works at the Silver Diner and ‘Bert hangs out there all the time. This says something about ‘Bert's taste.
Friday night, we went out with Aaron. You could call it enjoyable, although it was more informative than anything else. He'd spent a great deal of the evening making fun of Krisco, and on the ride home (after I'd dropped Dirk off at work), he actually told me what had gone on between Dirk and Krisco during those twilight months when Dirk and I were hiding our relationship. Ready for this? Nothing. Honestly, nothing. Dirk would kick her out of the house whenever he saw her, even when she'd try to spend the night. He was unkind to her, and yes, he'd openly lie to her, but nothing happened between them. And he never went over to her house aside from that one time in Feb. ‘98. And Aaron was with him that one time.
I didn't ask. I don't know what moved him to tell me this, because I honestly don't think it matters at this point. I think he just noticed my expression whenever he'd bring her up.
So much for Friday night.
Saturday dawned warm-ish and ugly. I got to Dirk's house ten minutes late. Dirk had walked home from work, because Aaron was in a shitty mood. We ran out before practice and photocopied the rest of the lyrics Dirk has written recently, for Doshu. Getting to practice was tense, and I made a point of carrying everything out of the car and into the space. That way, I'd get credit for doing more than my fair share, and I'd get a long, uninterrupted cigarette break.
Aaron's friend, Greg, came along to play drums for us. I don't know how permanent this is going to be, but we got a call from another drummer anyway. The first half of practice sucked. The second half was much better, and we did a fantastic version of "Cross-eyed and Painless."
Dirk and I are going to have a talk with Aaron. I noticed this during practice, but I waited for the ride home to bring it up to Dirk (Aaron had driven himself and Greg there). Aaron really makes fun of Doshu a lot. Doshu sounds a hell of a lot like Henry Rollins when he talks, and Aaron feels the need to point this out every five minutes or so, besides making fun of his height and the cigarettes he smokes. Doshu's been really patient about this, but I think he's starting to get fed up with Aaron's attitude. The fact that Aaron isn't this rude to anyone else in the band makes it worse, I'm certain. So, Dirk and I are going to tell Aaron that he needs to lay off on the rudeness. Because we're doing so well with Doshu that I'd prefer we didn't lose him at this point.
We were supposed to go out with Katie and Chris on Saturday night. When we got back from practice, however (at about 7:45), I called and found out that they'd already gone out. I was irritated, more because Dirk had been looking forward to seeing Chris than the affront to my personal idea of politeness.
Sunday was an ugly, ugly day. It was raining all day, and cold. I brought Dirk to work at two, because he had a staff meeting. Along the way, we argued about the best way to get to his store, because he's an asshole with no sense of direction. On the way back, we argued about whether or not I'd been getting angry at him more often lately.
Taco Bell doesn't make fajitas anymore. Taco Bell is run by assholes. The fajitas were the only decent things that Taco Bell made. I called Katie when I got home, and sounded bitchy, even to myself. I decided it must be PMS (which would also explain the bloated icky feeling), and decided that I shouldn't answer any e-mail in that state.
Sunday night, I had the new Whipper Snapple, which is black-berry/blueberry flavored.
This has been dull, sorry. Come back tomorrow when I'm not PMS'ing.
(10:00 a.m.) Since there is no 29th of February (except leap years), today is our anniversary. Dirk and I have been together for a year and a half!!!
I love you all.
(2:30 pm) I had one of the strangest dreams last night.
I was looking over a vast parking lot from above, as though I was floating. There was a ripple in the asphalt, like something breaking the surface of a giant black puddle. As I watched, a large head formed, much like the head of the chinese dragon, followed by a long serpentine body. It was a light gray, and swimming through the empty parking lot. The asphalt around it became reflective, and the lines for the parking spaces wavered until I couldn't tell if I was still looking at a parking lot, or a pool of water with the design of a parking lot at the bottom. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and I knew no-one else would ever get to see it. Even though it was always there, if you looked a certain way.
Admit it, you were expecting something more gross, weren't you?
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I hate to say this about any cat, but I honestly dislike Genghis. It's a gut feeling I get from him. Remember the smallish dinosaurs from Jurassic Park? The ones that made cute noises and then would suddenly spit poison at their victims? Genghis reminds me of those dinosaurs. Part of it is the odd trill he uses instead of a meow. It's such an overly-cute noise, coming from a neutered tom. Also, he has a habit of standing pretty far back from me, facing me in a crouch, then making the trilling noise. As he makes the noise, he sort of undulates, starting from his head. It lifts, then lowers as his back lifts, which then is lowered as his tail lifts. It's creepy.
I don't like being alone downstairs with that cat, especially if he's trilling. The other night, he did the trill/undulate thing in my hallway, and I could have sworn I saw a bright light coming from the bottom of his eyes, in an area that would normally be covered by the eyelid. The light was white, not green. I think he's possessed or something. He's just not right.