Dirk is friends with some of the most idiotic people. His friend Jason was in a band, right? This is the same Jason that, a year ago, asked Dirk to teach him how to play guitar, so you know he can't be that great. Jason's band was together less than a month, but Jason let Dirk listen to a recording that they recorded. Dirk, astonished, told me that it sounded different but really well-done. Jason was suspiciously vague when he was asked how he got the recording on the computer (since you have to have it on a CD to make an mp3), but Dirk's a trusting soul.
Well, Dirk was out with Jason last night and found out that the recording he'd said was his band was actually Dream Theater. That's like me copying a Rancid song from one of their CDs and passing it off as something my band recorded.
You know what that is? Pathetic.
I know Dirk needs friends, and Jason's been a good friend to him since they met, but I really don't like people who lie all the time for no reason. Every time Jason wants Dirk to go on a road trip with him, he tells Dirk that he's going to move out of state in a few weeks. Presumably, he tells Dirk this so that I won't object when they go to New York or somewhere equally stupid (at least if you're only going for one night) and I have to dredge up other plans with Aaron or something. Then Jason never moves. He's done this about three times. That's just sad.
He also constantly asks when we're going to get married. He makes snarky little comments about the fact that we're already married, just without the formalities -- you know what? Jason is honestly jealous of the fact that Dirk spends more time with me. Even though we were dating for over a year before Dirk met him, he's still jealous. He doesn't feel like Dirk spends enough time with him.
Hi there. You're not gay, right? Then quit acting like you're his girlfriend, Jason.
It isn't as though I tell Dirk not to hang out with Jason. I think it only happened once, when Dirk and I had previous plans.
On to other topics. I almost put this journal on hiatus. I was feeling really fragile and lost, with reason to question my grasp on reality. I don't want to talk about it right now, except to say that when I quit being afraid of going outside alone at night, it's not a good thing.
My friend Cathy was supposed to come over last night, along with Nicole and Pam, but it was Ash Wednesday and Cathy's Catholic and Nicole had cramps. But Cathy did let slip that she bought me an electric mixer. Pauvre chou, she was horrified when she saw me mixing my cookie dough by hand. Especially when I described the fact that the eggs felt especially yucky when they squish between your fingers.
Look, I washed my hands first. It's not as disgusting as it sounds. Besides, how do you think the pioneers made peanut butter cookies, huh? By squishing eggs between their fingers, that's how!
I have a job to do. Bye now.
