I made the mistake of opening my email program, where I saw B’s incredibly romantic, sweet, and erotically erudite love notes to me.
Now I’m sitting here crying like, well, I don’t know what it’s like. Just crying.
I made the mistake of opening my email program, where I saw B’s incredibly romantic, sweet, and erotically erudite love notes to me.
Now I’m sitting here crying like, well, I don’t know what it’s like. Just crying.
I just despise being sick. Don’t you? It started on Saturday night. I started to totally fall apart hanging out over at Ian’s after a long day, just kind of passing out on the couch. The next day I woke up [more...]
My Powerbook is about to be wrapped carefully in plastic and dispatched in an Airborne Express box to the mothership. If I had a pet name for my laptop, like Betsy, I’d be saying “Oh, how I will miss Betsy [more...]
Today’s the day, probably: the last day in my house. Part of me wants to stay here until the last possible moment, while the other part of me thinks that moving out right now will help me divorce from the [more...]
