thoughts on a rainy day
4:20 p.m.
i still have no phone! someone was supposed to come today, but no. here's what i found at their website...
"We were unable to complete the repair of (707) 445-0997 as previously scheduled. We are working to restore your service as soon as possible. For more information on your repair, you may contact one of the numbers below. We apologize for any inconvenience."
yeah, yeah, whatever... if i had a phone line that worked, i'd do that, dumbshits! well, now you know my phone number...it's no secret, i'm in the book...
i'll be back later, right now i'm cooking up some rigatoni a la nares, named after a local diarylander...she likes it when i talk food so i named a dish after her!
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6:00 p.m.
*smacks lips* mmmm, that was good...it was rigatoni...
(god, you can find a picture of ANYTHING on the internet!)
...with a little butter, a little medium salsa and a squirt of ranch dressing. oh, and lemon pepper to taste. don't ask me for exact measurements...i'm not that kind of cook!
i made a few changes here...got rid of the gift shop...well, i kept it, it's just not here. i also got rid of that thing that shows how many people are reading the diary...it got boring, and it's not really that accurate. i also got rid of that big jonifags thing and replaced it with that little joni album cover thingy down at the bottom right-hand side. click on that and it'll take you to the info page...but, haha, you STILL can't join!
and i added some new colors...the dusty green is #619085. the pale yellow is #d7bd80. the dusty rose that may show up at the bottom of the entry from time to time is #b47271. i got them HERE, if anyone's interested...i love that thing! (it's the "advanced color applet".)
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8:15 p.m.
god, i had so much i wanted to say about how stressful work was leading up to christmas, but that's all over now, so i think i'll let it pass.
had a quick IM chat with "d.d." today, the parents are still being cool...but it's a little awkward for him...all kinds of things must be going through his mind about what must be going through THEIR minds...i just went to his diary, even though i know he's not updating. (oh, he's gonna have plenty to write about when he gets back to school!) i was snooping at his sitemeter, and i see that someone from his house spent another half-hour reading the diary...well, it could be him, but i doubt it...the last entry they read contained this passage:
There is a guy at my support group (who met for the last time on Wednesday) who is Indian (no, not native american). He told his parents he was gay a year ago (he is 26, I believe), mostly to stave off their continued pressure on him for an arranged marriage. A year later, he feels they haven't progressed any further. His mother says "How long are you going to be doing this...shaming us like this?" Well, forever, mum. Sorry 'bout that. Yikes. These situations scare me needlessly. Poor guy.
i hope his mom and dad were the ones reading...
and it sounds like the flowers i sent to someone might not have arrived! if they did, my contact in that household didn't see them...oh, i'm being secretive here, well it's none of your beeswax who i send flowers to! i emailed the (local) florist to confirm delivery, but of course i got no reply. they must be in cahoots with the phone company! and of course they're closed tomorrow, so i have to wait until monday to find out wazzup. just the way my whole week's gone...
thank you starry79 and gaygamer for listing gr8test-hits onyour faves lists, it means a lot...if you haven't clicked on my link down there, please do! and please drop one of your favorite diary entries there if you can...
and thank you k. maria, for help and comments concerning my search for "the truth". i don't know what i'm gonna do next about that little situation, but i'm afraid i'm not very good at being fake and pretending that nothing's wrong. i'm not a very confrontational person, but if i don't dig up some kind of concrete...um, evidence soon, i'm either gonna have to ASK for some or else just quietly move along...no one WANTS to hurt a friend, but hmmmm, perhaps I'M the one being hurt? (and it's NOT about the money...fuck the money, it's about honesty.)
(cue spooky music here, and go on to next subject.)
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11:00 p.m.
or not. i have to get up at 5:00 a.m., so i'd better go find the cat and get some sleep...talk to ya tomorrow.