Secret Passages

You know it’s really too bad.  I honestly thought that note that ended, “Attack me again, I don’t care anymore,” would be the last note from the “Phantom.”  It’s laughable, really, that they say they don’t give me their name because I’ll harass them.  I see.  So, they’re allowed to harass me to their heart’s content about things that I’ve stopped thinking/writing about, but they hide from me so that I can’t say anything to their face?

Not to mention that whoever this is purposely made the first notes to sound like they were written by Dan.  So, what else am I supposed to think?  At least I know that they know him.  And apparently, don’t like how he writes.

Well, at least I can say that Dan’s right.  Whoever this is, they’re more than likely female.  I can’t think of any guy I know who would say “ew” in the context that the last note did.

Frankly, I’m just relieved I was wrong on both of my guesses.  I don’t really care who this “Phantom” is anymore.  Whoever it is obviously doesn’t care two wits about me.  They probably haven’t for awhile.  They’re not someone I see with any regularity.  Therefore, considering all of that, they’re not someone that I care about, either.

Not much else has gone on today.  I went to the dentist.  Ahh, the tooth polish thing that they do.  Yep, all the scent of cinnamon, but none of the flavor.  Bleck . . .   I’ve hated that thing since I was a kid.  I loved the fluoride treatment, though.  But they stop doing that once you reach a certain age.

I miss going up to Staten Island for the dentist appointments.  I mean, I got to visit Nana, Dolly usually came down, we’d hang out, listen to music, whatever.  The basement was our sanctuary back then.  It was our laboratory, our radio station, our scare-each-other-area, our ‘let’s search for a secret passage’ place.  You know, I still don’t know what that little door thing on the counter is.  Or what it leads to or anything.

I remember, though, I always used to do that when I was a kid.  Tommy and I, or Dolly and I would always search for secret passages in our houses.  I don’t know why, but we were fascinated by things like that.  It was great, even though we never found any.  Well, I’m gonna go.

–Notes–

If you don’t care about eh phantom then stop writing about him/her. you think that a person would have something more interesting to write about.