You know, some people are just so behind current events. I found the e-mail address of an old friend of Dirk's, Katie A--, and he promptly wrote to her. He hasn't spoken to her or anything in a long, long time. Her response was bitter, asking him if he and Krisco were fighting. Wow...talk about out of touch.
Krisco apparently fished the bear that she'd given Dirk for Valentine's day out of the trash. You know, the one with glue on its butt. Well, Dirk, generous soul that he is, gave me the bear. I used a pair of scissors to get the glue off its butt, and now I'm wondering what to do with it. Eventually, I want to give it to someone who can appreciate it, instead of using it for an instrument of obsession. But first, I want to learn all the creative ways to use pins and needles to decorate it.
I'm thinking of getting a camera a doing a photo shoot of the bear, pins in it. I've already been able to use pins to make it into an alien (two antennae), and a mouse (whiskers). I could call the pictures "My Revenge" or something. And post them on the internet. Dirk was wincing when he saw me putting the pins into the teddy bear. Honestly, that boy is way too soft-hearted, you know?
I'm almost done with my article (yeee-ha!). I still don't think it's good enough, but what the hell? I don't have much choice. You know, when I spoke to Ken, he was offended that Dirk was writing the music articles. He said that it was just another part of his life that Dirk had taken over. Perhaps if Ken hadn't run crying back to his mommy, Dirk wouldn't have been forced to take over writing the music articles, you know?
I'm worried about my temper again. It seems to be careening out of control. I think I must have gotten pissed of at Dirk at least 5 times today. How long will it be before he gets sick of this shit? How long before it becomes too much? And it's over such little things, I don't even know why I get set off. I'm trying to get it back under control again....I'm always trying.
As of tonight, I'm going to start practicing my bass playing every night. I can't let Ken's little jailbait bimbo become a better bassist than me. And I've been backsliding since we quit rehearsing....I admit it, I'm lazy. But, hopefully we'll get the band back in gear soon, and I don't want to embarrass Dirk. He has such faith in my abilities.
One last Krisco update for the day: she quit her job a while ago. Apparently, it was commission-based, and that little girl couldn't sell water to a man dying of thirst.